Chapter Twenty Five

Casa_del_Leonardo

Italy

Sunset was a perfect view from my window, especially with the palm trees framing it like some ethereal picture.

I held a goblet of wine in one hand, while the other was folded across my chest.

I took a sip rolling it with my tongue to get the taste. Not very good. I didn't expect it to be, because the best wines were plucked by my own people, fermented on my own terms, branded under my own name and stored in my own cellar.

I peered into the cup, and gulped down the rest of the contents.

Italy was a pretty warm place during the day, and our casa (house) was no exception. But it tended to be a bit cold at night; though not as cold as my house in Sicily, Buona Fortuna. That was some sort of private reservation.

After setting the cup on the table beside the window, I took out a shirt from the wardrobe and wore it. I looked up at the clock above the bed.

Time for family dinner.

I sighed.

Family dinners were not experiences I looked forward to.

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Dinner

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Portia Leon