Valentina

“See that glow, you weren't this good-looking before you stepped on that plane last week. Despite the workload you came to handle after you got back, you are still looking flawless. Hmm, must be the marriage glow and the other reason why women glow,” Chiara gushes, offering me a plate of cake.

“Your place just keeps getting better. I love what you did to the wall.”

“Thanks, it is sad no man is surprising me with an aquarium in my home simply because I can’t get over moments from my trip.”

I flush, remembering how I came home from Bora Bora to a gigantic aquarium nestled in a corner of our living room. A gift from Marco because I couldn't stop talking about our glass-bottom boat tour.

“Stop being dramatic.”

“I want my man too. Is there something I'm not doing right?”

“Soon, you'll find your perfect match.”

“I know, I just need to know how soon. I may have noticed you’re overly bubbly these days? Are you pregnant?”

“What? No. Chiara, you are way too observant for my liking. You used to