Reality - 3

I hear the sound of helicopter blades in the distance on the property. I am like a kid at Christmas and nervously run my hands through my hair.

Am I clean-shaven?

Isn't my cologne too strong?

Probably I should change my tie. Or my shoes. Or my jacket.

Cazzo.

The old butler knocks on my office door to tell me the kids are here. I have to use all my self-control not to sprint down the stairs.

I abruptly open the front doors and can't even hide the disappointment on my face.

"Oh wow! It's great to see you too, fratello mio. I've missed you too," Matteo says ironically, giving me a sulky pout.

I place a hand on top of his head and shake his thick mane.

"Where is Lucia?" I ask him without further ado.

Matteo blinks quickly as he looks at me.

I finally realize that he is carrying two travel bags on each shoulder.

Then he gestures with his head back, and I swear I clench my fists so hard you ca