Marco

"You arrived just in time. Your father was about to call you," Mother announces as Yusuf, their butler, ushers me in.

"What's going on?" I ask, unbothered.

"You've probably heard the news, seen it on blogs; it's practically everywhere."

"What's the matter, Mother? Your over-excitement worries me."

"Your wife is Fabio’s daughter. My friend witnessed the announcement when she went to his burial day before yesterday, and they announced it officially in the news," she says in a rushed excitement.

"Both you and father need to relax! Where is he, by the way? Isabella and I aren't married and won't be tying the knot anytime soon. But good for her. Father would be thrilled."

"Who said anything about Isabella? Right now, your father is actively working on reuniting you and Valentina," she reveals.

I hold mother gently, hoping this isn't some form of dementia manifesting. She swats my hand, making me more worried.

"I'm glad you're here. I was about to call you."

"Explain, Leonardo. He seems not