MAURIZIO FERRARI
I signed every page after reading the contract and put it back in the envelope before tossing it on the nightstand. I got back in bed and turned to my wife who is still sleeping, but not for too long because she opened her eyes as soon as I enclosed her in my arms.
“Good evening, mommy,”
“You sound like Beverly who is about to ask me for a favor she knows I will say no too. What is it?” She asks, running her fingers on my face.
I smiled, giving her a peck on her lips.
“The kids are gone to Bambi’s house, it’s only the two of us in the house. We are going to have a romantic dinner outside on the patio. I bought you a dress in burgundy, your favorite color. Take your time getting ready. I will wait for you downstairs,”
“Are you ever going to stop with all these surp
