ANASTASIA FERRARI
"So, how are you going to manage with the kids at the restaurant?" Maurizio asks as we are both fixing ourselves, looking at the mirror.
Even after all these years, I can never get used to my husband's looks. I still get the hippie-hippies in my stomach and I just want him to ask me to marry him all over again. 41 never looked this good.
"Anastasia, I hate it when you zone out like that when I talk to you,"
"Huh? Uhm, sorry," I looked down at my shoes feeling a little embarrassed.
"Fine, answer my question,"
"I will call Katrina to fetch them and ask Dante to bring them back," I answered.
"I'll drop you off then," He said, turning towards the door out of the closet, I followed him behind.
"Maurizio, there is something that I need to talk to you about," I breat
