A while later:

>Three months later:

(Renata Pellegrini)

With my elbows resting on the balcony of my room, I watch the starry sky, the night is beautiful and pleasant, my loose hair sways with the hissing of the cool wind. The sound of Filippo's car catches my attention and I watch him drive into the garage; I've been married to him for three months now, Filippo has been the best husband in the world, always caring and kind to me.

I smile and step off the porch, I grab my robe and put it on over my sweater, I can't walk very fast, but I try to go as fast as I can, I open the bedroom door and walk down the hallway, but before I reach the stairs Filippo finishes climbing them.

"Did you intend to run down the stairs, ragaza?" Filippo asks me with narrowed eyes, in his voice there is a slight tone of reproach.

"Of course not, marito!" - "Husband," I speak smiling at him, who narrows his eyes at me even more. "I just came to welcome you to your room, Mr. Valentini, follow me, please," I say and turn a