Antonietta was finishing up arranging the room that would now belong to Vittorio and Ellis, with luxurious furniture and sophisticated decor. She fluffed the pillows on the bed, adjusted the satin sheets on the large canopy bed, and gave one last look to the surroundings.

"My son, Vittorio, finally married," Antonietta muttered to herself. "I can't believe Vittorio married that poor waitress. What was he thinking?"

Just as she finished arranging her son's things, the door ...