VIOLETA
My parents and I have finally arrived at Gabriele’s house to have Christmas lunch with him and his family. We are early though because as Fiorella’s maid of honour, I have organised a photoshoot for the soon-to-be wedded couple in their house before everyone comes and celebrates the day of Jesus. It is a surprise gift from me, so I hope they will be ready.
“Mom, dad, you go in so long, and I will bring the rest of the things after I pay the driver,” I say, searching for my purse in my handbag. “Walk straight on this walkway, and you will meet the front door. Ring the bell and someone will open it for you,”
I instruct. As they get going, I finally get hold of my purse and I pay for the cab we came with. Just as I was taking the things I came with before I walk to the house, a
