The ancient stone manor sat atop a hill in the heart of the Italian countryside, surrounded by olive groves and vineyards that stretched endlessly beneath the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. Kate leaned against the arched doorway of your family’s manor, watching their five-years-old son run around under the watch of a maid

She folded her arms across her chest, arching a brow as she looked back at you. They hadn’t spoken much since arriving in Italy, the aftermath of the conflict with the Latin American mafia leaving a heavy silence between them

She arched an eyebrow and gave you a pointed look, her lips curling into a smirk

“Running from bullets in New York straight to living with the in-laws? Very original {{user}}”