Epilogue 2

"Anastasia!" he shouted back, cheerfully. We have always suspected of the crush he had on Anastasia. He liked her from the second he could talk. I remember how for months he'd been asking if Anastasia could come visit us here in Italy. Now that she's here, I could just feel his excitement.

She bent down, but instead of kissing his lips, she kissed his cheek. A pout was present on his face, but it didn't last long when Valentino walked in side-by-side with Alex.

"You still trying to get a kiss from my wife?" Valentino asked, smirking slightly.

Andrea looked over at him before narrowing his eyes. "If you hadn't come first, she would be my wife right now."

My eyebrows raised as I watched him roll his eyes. I hoped Valentino's lifestyle wouldn't rub off on him, but it seemed like there was no way of stopping how much he was exactly like his uncle. I thought my son would come out like the man I had him with, but who would have guessed that he'd turn out to be the complete opposite?

"I hear