Adriano Di Lauro

I kiss my little daughter's forehead before leaving the room. Even Federico went to bed early today without question. I suppose that emotion due to the news of the wedding, together with the physical activity, ended up exhausting them.

"Daddy?". Her sweet voice stops me at the door and I huff. In recent times she usually does this. I don't know if she's pretending to be asleep or just her sleep has become light.

"Tell me, Ella."

"Is it long until the wedding?"

Unable to help it, a sigh escapes my lips. Someone is even more anxious than me. I can't wait to have her here, educating my children, being an example to them. She's the perfect woman for the job, my gut tells me to.

"No, bambina", I reply at last. "Barely nothing."

"I want time to pass quickly."

"Well, for that you must sleep". I face those blue eyes which torture me so much.

"Then, I will sleep for a hundred years like Sleeping Beauty. See you tomorrow, daddy."

"See you tomorrow, Ella."

I go downstairs to go