It was a quiet night at the Vitale mansion. You were in Matteo's living room, trying to convince him to sleep, but the little rebel with bright eyes was full of energy. Lorenzo entered silently, with his impeccable suit slightly disheveled, showing that he had just come from "important business."

"Matteo, piccolo," said Lorenzo in his deep but tender voice. "Why are you giving your mamma a hard time?" Matteo crossed his arms, his lips forming a defiant pout "I'm not sleepy, papà!"