The entire Luigi thing literally soured my mood. If this was my father, he wouldn't have given a f**k. But it made me uneasy. As I strolled towards the vineyard, looking for Amara who, was gone for way too long than I would appreciate, I watched the faces of these people and sighed. This was all they earned and yet they seemed happy. I have so much money that it was hard to even give a vague estimate clearly. But was I happy?
Are you happy?
Amara. Where is she? I was getting restless again. She keeps me distracted somehow. I started to walk faster, looking around for her and stopped, surprised as I spotted her. She was talking to the few women busy picking the grapes, listening with serious concentration to whatever they were saying. Victoria would never have been interested in any o
