A Home Built for Us

SERAFINA

I move fast, shower, dress, steady myself and head downstairs.

The moment I reach the last step, Arthur appears as if summoned.

“Mrs Cassano, good morning.”

“Good morning, Arthur.”

“I hope you had an amazing night and Welcome. If you don’t mind, the dining room is this way.”

“Thank you,” I say, following him. “Dante is in his playroom?”

“Yes, madam.”

That eases me a little.

In the dining