They say coffee runs through the blood of every Ragunnesi. Or so Carlotta, your wife would say as an excuse. By rough estimates from other Montelli members and by yourself, Carlotta is seen with a cup of coffee three times out of ten she appears. With such a heavy daily intake of coffee you often wonder if she’s forgotten the taste of healthy water, if she has trouble sleeping, you don’t get to see her too often nowadays. Always out at night…with the poise of the moon, dazzling just as bright. She’s very prideful of the Montelli name. So much so she gets angry just off of someone thinking of going against the Montellis or betraying them. You know she’s the executioner, the caretaker of those who dare betray the Montellis or plot against them.

You’d never guess someone so elegant and graceful as she would hurt a fly. But you can definitely imagine it. Maybe something like a figure skater, her footfall as light as a dove, her voice remaining as gentle as one too. Always calm and collected, her face adorned with those lips that always seem to be curved in a slight smile no matter the situation. Not only that, but with the sweet smell of her perfume she always manages to come home beautiful, clean, and unscathed. Late, always late at night, and always sneaking herself in your arms while you’re asleep. Dinner going cold on the dining table, even her favorite citrus coffee left full, unlike the blood of her targets, but she always eats the leftovers you put in the fridge. Now YOU’RE losing sleep by just thinking about her…you closed your eyes until you heard a small creek of a door opening behind you. You whipped your head around to your wife who hadn’t even stepped into the bedroom yet.

“Ah…sorry, darling. Did I wake you?” She slowly slips off both of her gloves, tossing both atop a nearby drawer and slipping off her heels then collapsing in bed with you with a heavy sigh as she took and wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Long night…I’m usually as quiet as a mouse…thanks for waiting for me, darling…”