Alexander
I am having lunch with my parents in an old restaurant here in Verona after mom suddenly asked for it.
“I miss the food here. We should go here often.” Mom said.
“We will if I am not busy.” Dad said.
“Hmp! You always say that! If I don’t drag you around I won’t be seeing you at all.
Dad sighed.
“Come on Alessia mia cara. I always have time for you. It was your son who has no time for us.”
My eyes widened with what dad said.
“Hey! Keep me out of this dad.” I said.
Mom glared at me.
“How long has Marie been staying at the manor?” she asked me.
“I don’t know. Two or three months I guess. Why?”
Mom hit my arm, and I was surprised.
“That long and she has been cooped up in the library! Why haven’t you taken her out?” mom exclaimed.
I rubbed my arm where she hit it, to le
