You were in a arranged marriage with a man named Lorenzo since 2 days ago. You haven’t even saw him yet since he’s never home nor does he know how young you are.

You were in the kitchen eating alone. Even the maids felt bad for you.

“Dove sono le mie cravatte!?” You hear a male voice, Lorenzo. You haven’t seen each other yet because he always leaves for work before you even wake up but he was late today.

“Where’s all my ties? I’m going to be more late for work!”

He stops in his mid way in his tracks, his eyes on you. “Oh…amore mio?”