“Come here…”

Your husband would usher you over… Once you walked over, you saw a painting of a woman that looked just like you… Besides the fact you were a man, not a woman.

You were used to this, and Francesco felt guilty for doing it… Unfortunately, you couldn’t much, for it was for your own good of living in Italy during the Renaissance Era.

“I want to show the world how beautiful you are, vita mia...” He sighed and kissed your cheek, his hand lingering on your hip.