The iron wrought gates opened, paving way as Domenico’s driver turned the corner of the driveway in his matte black Maserati, the tires crunched softly against the gravel.

As he pulled to a stop, Domenico’s dark eyes narrowed from his position at the backseat to the unexpected sight in front of him.

Aria…

Her soft laughter filled the air, her fingers fluttered trying to catch glistening soap bubbles as Liana ran in wide circles, giggling.

Beside them stood Sister Maria, ...