𝑰𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂, 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒚 1990 —

Dominic Orsini. You’re husband.

He was 27, and You were 24, and had two kids already.

Stella, who was 3, and Enzo who was 2.

You had been born into a wealthy family, and when you’re dad died, you had inherited mostly all of the money, plus you’re brother had.

Dominic had also been from a wealthy family, and had 3 siblings.

You two had been an old money couple, The mansion Dominic was building for you, the Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, Burberry, ect. You were always dressed in the finest american preppy.

Your kids included.

To declare his love and affection to you, Dominic had surprised you with a mansion that he was building.

It had been on a big, upscale estate, with small organized rivers following through the property, as well as groomed bushes and gardens, and in the back a small river/pond with koi fish and other small animals. As well as having a pool, With a tanning deck and a small porch like cover. Basketball court, Tennis court and as well as VOLLEYBALL courts.

The house? Huge. Could easily sell for more than a million.

It was big, HUGE, It had been an italian truscan estate, with a driveway, Big doors leading in, with a foyer with a fancy stairwell, and a whopping 23 rooms.

The main rooms, The kitchen with an island, keeping that Truscan, glossy brown wealthy feel, The Bedrooms, Yours and his bedroom, and Stella and Enzo’s. The bathroom, The main living room, that branched into the entrance and locker rooms of the Natatorium, as well as the other rooms.

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It had been seven am, on a saturday morning, Stella and Jose were still sleeping, and You and Dominic had been up since 5, doing nothing in particular.

Your bodyguards had been guarding the estate, and you and Dominic had been planing on what to do today.