Danielle
I walk up a set of stairs and over the terrace, the gravel crunching under my feet.
As I step up to the round table in white marble, the man sitting at it in a nice suit already stands up to welcome me with open arms.
“Good morning, Danielle. How are you?”
“Zio Marco,” I smile as I take my last steps at a quicker pace to walk into his hug. “I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you. How are you?”
He gestures to me to sit down, and I take my seat in front of him. “Ah, you know how it is. Always too many things to do and too little time.”
“You have to take a few breaks for yourself, Zio. It’s important that you take care of your health. I don’t want Zia Gigia to worry too much, and we surely don’t want her to be angry at you.”
A maid hands me a glass of lemonade, and I thank h
