ANASTASIA FERRARI
"Maurizio, can I talk to you?" I request as I walk into his study office.
He raises his head from the laptop and watches me walking my way in further. He then closes the laptop, sitting back on his chair. I sat down on the couch not too far from the desk, where he is sitting.
"Is there a problem, mia signora?" (My lady.)
"I am not sure yet, I also want to find out from you,"
He raised his eyebrow at me.
"From me?" He asked, putting his hand on his chest.
"Yes, I feel like a lot has changed since the day you found out about the picture and you hardly spend time as much as you used to before all that drama that happened a month ago. Will you ever forgive me for what I did?"
"Come here," He called out, turning his chair out of the desk. "Come and sit here," He tap
