Domestic

Vincenzo's POV

The papers were still warm from my hands when I walked down the corridor later that evening.

Viv had been home for a while now and we had even had dinner together, without Beatrice and Carmine, of course. Even Silvia hadn't cared to join, choosing to dine with my uncle and aunt separately instead.

But it didn't really matter to me as long as they weren't stirring up trouble for m