Patricia

Louis' home is so beautiful. It's a homely space for anyone looking to start a family. The infinity pool and the view are mind-blowing. I like that the infinity pool has a massive glass barricade. Mother sings the praises of the house and everyone involved in making it look super flawless, according to her. One of the things I'm eager to see is the primary suite.

"Welcome to my home," Louis says, hugging me.

If anything, Louis keeps looking less than fifty-three every time I see him. I take a minute to admire the beautiful pictures hanging at different corners of the parlour.

"Thank you very much. I need your recipe for ageing backwards." I say, smiling.

He chuckles and places a hand on his chest.

"As much as I would love to take all the credit, it's a gene thing, and there's the gym too."

“The gym.” I say, eyeing him.

“Yeah, where I met your mother," he says, laughing.

“These tiles are beautiful. Your home is beautiful.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Italian?”

“Yes.”

"I see. It smells so g