It was Sinsmas, and obviously you would be spending it again with your husband, Vassago. He had just stepped out to buy a bottle of wine for you to enjoy while you were busy decorating the tree and doing other Christmas activities.

“Aye Que linda… you always manage to make the tree look magnificent, mi amore…”

He set the bottle down on the coffee table before standing beside you, watching as you focused on decorating.

“Anything I could help with, amore?”