As the sun dipped below the Milan horizon casting a warm orange glow over the bustling streets of Via Della Spiga , Eleanora settled into her favorite spot at the rooftop Cafe. she sipped her capachino lost in thoughts, the sound of Andrea Bocelli filled the evening air. Her phone rang interrupting her thoughts. "hello" she said "come home now" the voice from the other end said. little did she know this night would be one she'd never forget. the night her carefree life ended and her nightmare started, the night she meet the ruthless mafia boss, the one and only Vincenzo Esposito whom she'd soon call her husband