
Still's...POV Guilio
I looked at the two of them who exchanged smiles, so unbelievable, how could I have been preceded like this.
“I want to take Mamma there, Mama want to show off.” Monica laughed happily, Bova got the farm for her. He's very happy. If I had done it, I would have lost my way everywhere.
“Next week maybe, currently already logged in on your behalf?” This guy has an undeniable charm. I know why Monica might fall too, like she fell with Raoul who she thought was amazing.
“Hmm alright, I'll wait next week. Sunday maybe, I'll take Roberto and some people to the assessment. Soon I want the farm to run on our standards. Lucas is not good at managing his farm.”
“Of course, something like this sooner starts will be better.”
“Ohh Lucas still doesn't know you took his farm?” I asked him.
“No, I want to want to make it as a surprise.”
“You in Palermo hold now Mr Bova?”
“Mostly, I hold the Southern part. My investment here is a lot in restaurants and pubs, some hotels, financing to open new branches, only this time I take the existing farm, if not Monica I will not take it. Before I met him I wasn't sure, but he had a heart here.” Bova praised him, look how he smiled a little. He always likes to be praised for his good work.
“Any Boss! I'll do my best. You know he helped me so much Fabian I owe him so much. ” Monica replied to me while saluting. I smiled, why have I missed so much and searched so far. Didn't realize he was always where I talked. So stupid!
“Mr Benetti, I have much to learn from you. Our trip is still far..”
The food came later. I had to hold back from seeing Monica smile at Bova, and how Bova looked at her adoringly. How in three weeks the situation has changed. God did intend to punish me, the woman I really wanted could not let fall into the hands of others.
“I'm looking forward to next week. Let's eat, oh yeah you guys want cuccia, I've made it for St's celebration. Lucy this week. It's December again, not felt.”.
“Bby... “
When that sweet treat came to me, I was silent. This sweet Cuccia always makes me feel like coming home in December, when the Christmas celebration is near, I feel so wasted all these years, finally I always return to Catania.
Ironical. I traveled all over the world, but was conscious by a simple word. Go home, you'll find the person you're sitting in spending time with without you being distracted.