The view of a Penthouse

Danielle

As the doors slide open, I stare in awe at the big entry vested in white marble floors and grey brick walls, ending in a spacious living room with large windows opening to a stunning view of the sea.

“Do you like it?” I’m met with Domenico’s grinning face as he lowers himself slightly to get between me and the view.

God, it‘s so breathtaking that I automatically walked to the windows without even noticing it.

“It’s stunning.” I smile, nodding, making him laugh.

It’s a clear laugh, melodic and gorgeously deep, and yet I can't point out why it sounds awfully off to me.

My eyes move to find Giovanni automatically, who is frowning at me from the other side of the room.

I try to give him a look that probably just a girlfriend of mine could read, and damn it, he is still standing there useless, frowning.

“Well, let me show you the rest of the rooms, beautiful.” Domenico holds his arm out to me and I take it not wanting to be impolite.

Feeling absolutely uncomfortable at hi