Chapter 50: Epilogue

THREE MONTHS LATER

VENICE, ITALY

POV DESMOND

"Would you like some more wine, husband?" Nathaniel asked me. I nodded, my lips curling into a smile. I held out my glass and Nathaniel poured the rest of the bottle. It had only been three months since our arrival, but I was still soaking up everything to do with Italy. Especially their selections of wine.

Thomas's collection paled in comparison to what Nathaniel got for us every night. Even the food tasted better here. It was helpful that most people didn't eat until well after dark. I could hear people milling about underneath our balcony, talking about where to go for dinner.

Our loft apartment was small in comparison to either of our old ones in New York. But no place had ever felt more like home than in this very spot.

"Are Samuel and Dedra stopping by tonight?" I asked, taking a sip from my glass.

"I think so, they've been doing a lot of sightseeing recently," Nathaniel replied.