The days passed and it was the moment for Antoine to go away.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Sophie" he said kissing the girl's hand.
"Thanks to you my dear friend, I hope to see you soon."
Antoine got on a carriage while the two newlyweds were waving goodbye.
"Neville I feel tired and I'd like to go to bed." Sophie said.
-"Yes my dear."Neville answered giving her a kiss.
Sophie didn't want to rest. She could not certainly waste her time, she had to prepare many things for her little Luis; so, she went into the garden and picked some violets.
Sophie didn't love these flowers because they were usually put on children's graves to show their innocence. But that day she picked a lot, put them in a vase and brought them in her baby's room.
She locked the door and went back to Neville.
"Oh Sophie where have you been?"
" I don't owe explanations, I was just picking some flowers for the baby's room. By the way, I wanted to make you a surprise regarding the baby's name, Luis like your mother's. I thought you would be pleased, but it seems you disapprove it." Sophie said.
"My dear, you can't imagine how happy I am." Neville said while touching her belly. "Is he not visible yet, my dear?"
Sophie was surprised by the question.
"These are my first months of pregnancy and my dress is very large. It is natural that my belly is so small my dear husband."
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Antoine gave Neville a very precious silver pen, a present to the dear friend who hosted him for a few days at the villa but Neville could not find it.
He looked for it everywhere. He saw something in the last drawer that was not well closed.
"What...what is this?
Neville was rather suspicious, why was this object there? The cameo that he found in the drawer belonged to Anne.
Her mother gave it to her before she died.
Neville was suspicious. Sophie was the last one to see Anne.
"Carmen cook something; my husband and I will have dinner in the garden and clean those dirty hands." Those words were pronounced with contempt.
"Yes madam, as you want.
"Carmen".
"Yes madam".
"Call Mr. Neville."
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Short StorySun and nature, tradition and prestige, the Amalfi coast and Ravello, architectonic and artistic masterpieces that frame Villa Rufolo like a timeless treasure. A favourite haunt of musicians, artists and poets, eulogised in the poetry of Bocaccio an...
