CHAPTER 51. EPILOGUE
A year later in a beautiful spring sunshine in Tuscany, Montalcino with its sweet hills and enchanting landscapes, among beautiful multi” coloured flowers, we celebrated the first birthday of our son Matteo Niccollo, he was a very naughty, restless boy who always wanted to get his own way.
Nick with all the men in the family, he was spoiled, he was the one who ruled the house, the only one who gave him character was me, but he was very lazy, when I scolded him, he would throw himself on me hugg