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20

L O R E N Z O

The next morning, I awoke to the solitude of an empty bed. A familiar sigh escaped my lips as I traced the contours of the now-vacant space where Azzurra had slept. Despite the fleeting disappointment of her absence, I understood her need for occasional solitude.

With a resigned smile, I embarked on my morning routine, preparing for the day ahead. The scent of brewing coffee greeted me as I descended the staircase, following it to the kitchen where Azzurra stood, engrossed in the process of making tea.

"Buongiorno, amore mio," I greeted her, the endearment rolling off my tongue effortlessly.

She turned to face me, a soft smile playing on her lips as she responded, "Good morning, Lorenzo."

The subtle dance of our morning routine unfolded – her with tea, me with coffee. The comforting routine was a testament to the unspoken understanding that threaded through our relationship. As I sipped the rich, dark brew, my eyes lingered on her, appreciating the simple beauty of these shared moments.

"You disappeared again this morning," I remarked, a playful twinkle in my eyes.

Azzurra chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing in her gaze. "Well, a girl needs her moments of solitude, doesn't she?"

I couldn't help but admire the way she carried herself – independent, yet seamlessly intertwined with the fabric of our shared life. With a playful grin, I leaned in, stealing a quick kiss from her lips.

"Solitude or not, I can't resist starting my day with a taste of your lips," I confessed, my voice low and teasing.

Her laughter echoed in the kitchen, a delightful melody that set the tone for the day ahead. We navigated the morning rituals, intertwining our routines with shared glances and affectionate gestures. Each passing moment reinforced the undeniable connection we shared, a connection that transcended the ordinary and ventured into the realm of extraordinary intimacy.

As the sun spilled golden hues into the room, I found myself grateful for the simple pleasures – the warmth of the morning, the aroma of coffee, and the shared laughter that echoed through the walls of our home. These moments, woven into the fabric of our daily lives, became the threads that composed the tapestry of our shared existence.

With a lingering kiss on her forehead, I whispered, "Ti amo, Azzurra," expressing the depth of my affection in those three simple words. In that moment, as we stood in the heart of our shared space, I realized that it was not just the grand gestures but the everyday intimacies that defined the beauty of our connection.

Despite the urgency of the important meeting that awaited me, all thoughts vanished when news reached me that Azzurra had fainted. Time seemed to stretch as I navigated the sea of concerned faces, my heart pounding with worry. The room buzzed with whispers as my staff hastily informed me of the situation.

With a furrowed brow and a tone that carried the weight of my concern, I commanded, "Clear the way." The urgency in my voice silenced the room as I hurried to Azzurra's side. The sight of her surrounded by concerned staff intensified the knot of worry in my chest.

"Mrs. Rossi," I called out, a blend of relief and anxiety lacing my words.

As I approached, I couldn't help but snap at the hovering staff, a protective instinct taking over. "Give her some space. Now!"