**Victoria’s Point Of View**
Tired is how I felt. The screening of Giulia’s movie yesterday was good, obviously not for the sake of the movie, although Massimo and I watched it by ourselves, and yeah... it was really good. She’s got talent like her father and everyone else in the family. I didn’t want to wake up. Massimo had worked all the energy out of me.
But I’m a working woman, I can’t afford to sleep in. I rolled over to hug him, but I found the bed empty. The fact that I could move should have been a sign that he wasn’t in bed. Because he hugged me tightly every night, he wouldn’t let go unless we had to get ready for work, or one of us had to use the bathroom.
I parted my eyelids, with great effort. I really am tired. I’ve overworked myself since Enzo dumped me, I wanted to conti
