Alaia
Nick finally put on his shirt and noticed me when he was about to take a seat.
"What a pleasant surprise," he smiled genuinely, looking like the boy I fell in love with.
Feeling these sensations, I took a big sip of the wine glass that Sophie had served before leaving.
"How was your trip?" I questioned and swallowed the wine hard, avoiding his gaze.
"It was productive and interesting," he nodded with another smile on his lips and a certain sparkle in his eyes.
Dinner was served, and it felt as if we did this every day of our lives. My children looked happy, we talked about trivial matters without wanting to touch sensitive points, and it was because I preferred it that way. I allowed myself to live this moment. It was evident that the idea that, if things hadn't been destroyed,
