The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.

-Stephen Hawking

Willow Kinsella's POV

"Okay, thank you." I disconnected the phone call and exhaled deeply. It's been two days since I received a phone call from Cesare Fiorenza personally inviting me to Sicily for the party he organize for the safe return of his nephew in their family.

Since then he's private secretary had been in touch with me asking me to prepare the necessary documents I need for my trip.

I wasn't sure if they get everything done in such a short week since the party will be held this coming weekend. Oh well, if they don't...that's okay, I never really want to attend since I will probably feel out of place there.

Besides, I was not sure if Neon would like to see me at the party.

"Problem?"

I looked up to see Jace riding a horse as he was near where I was standing near the corral fence after looking for a good signal with my phone conversation. I placed back my mobile in the rear pocket of my jeans and smile at Jace. "Not really."

Jace went down to the colt and tied it up on the fence. "Your whole face is frowning when I see you. Is this about your coming trip to Italy?"

I sighed deeply and move forward to touch the horse's neck affectionately. This was one of the few horses left on the ranch after I was forced to sell the others so I could somehow pay the debt my dad left behind. "Something like that," I murmured while still looking at the innocent eyes of this colt.

"Are they having a problem with your passport and visa?" Jace inquired offhandedly as he adjust his hat in his head.

I shook my head as I force myself to drag away my gaze to this brown stud. "It's not like that. I mean, the private secretary works really fast and probably using the connection of Cesare Fiorenza to the American authorities I already have my schedule tomorrow to get my passport in Charlotte."

I heard Jace whistled softly. "That's fast. Hell, I know that it will take you at least six to eight weeks before your appointment date arrives but you only take two days. Now I wonder how many days before your visa knocking at your doorway."

"Three days?" I quipped lightly.

We both laughed at the thought but that's not probably far from happening. "So what's bothering you then?"

I sat on the top of the wooden fence in the corral and stare sightlessly ahead. "I am still not sure if this is still the best idea for me."

"Are you having second thoughts about coming to Italy?" He asked leaning on the fence with his hands while surveying the cattle inside the enclosure.

"You can say that."

"Then why are you still pushing through the whole thing if you have doubts about your sudden trip abroad? Don't you want to see him again?"

I sighed deeply, remembering that night where everything went down to hell. "I would be lying when I told you that I don't want to see him again even after what he did but part of me—a little part of me still think that there are things that are left unsaid between us."

"That's the whole reason behind this trip?" Jace inquired casually. He was really like a big brother to me he started working at the ranch at sixteen since then he's been loyal to dad and now to me helping me running this place.

I smiled slightly at his inquisitive eyes. "I think this is the closure that I need to get over with the unwanted obsession I have with him. After I see him one more time I move on with my life without his bothersome memories in my mind and the possibility of the things left unsaid between us."

"Well, if that's the case," Jace said brightly, grinning at me rakishly. "I hope when you come back from your trip you will finally be the same Willow we used to know. Since he left I cannot see anymore the cheerful lady boss of this farm."

"Am I that bad lately?"

His eyes danced with delight while teasing. "Yep. Everyone here is getting worried about you. They often notice you spacing out and they claimed that you kept on sighing the whole day. The boys are wondering what's wrong with you."

I laughed at the thoughts. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make them worry."

"You can't blame them," Jace added after a moment. "You've been acting strange since the night of the barbecue party."

"Sorry," I mumbled softly. "Tell the boys I will throw another barbecue party after my return from Italy that's a promise."

Jace's eyes lit with pleasure. "Well, that's the nicest thing you've said in a while."

I laughed again playfully slapping his shoulder. "That's mean! Are you sure you can carry on while I am away for a few days?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Are you kidding me? Of course, we can. Just finished your unfinished business with this European boy and then come back here with the same will we know."

"Thanks, Jace."

Enzo Fiorenza's POV

I went to the library to find a book that could amuse me for a few hours since my mind kept on drifting away on a meadow ranch in southern America but I stop dead in the doorway when I saw my twin cousins busy with something at the table nearby with lots of paper scattered around them.

"What's going on?" I asked them with curiosity.

"Hi, Enzo." Laila greeted with a smile looking up from her laptop screen.

"Oh, it's nothing." Her twin, Leila said dismissively without even lifting her eyes on the papers in her hand. "What do you think of this caterer, Laila? We hired them before and their food is really delicious."

"You're hosting a party?" I asked, thinking that I might chat with them instead of finding something to read and hide in my room all day. Since I rarely see them away from their respective husbands. I scowled when I remember their husbands who kept on irritating the hell out of me since I came back here.

"Yes," Leila answered shortly.

"For Cesare?" I asked as I moved closer where they were busy planning a party that I didn't even know. From what could I see they were already halfway through with the planning. "I'm surprised he's throwing a party knowing he doesn't like one."

"Oh, it's not for him, dear cousin." For the first time, Leila managed to remove her damn eyes on the papers in her hand, her eyes glinted with deviltry as if she's planning something I would not like. "This party is not for Cesare. He might tell us to arrange the party but not for him but for someone else entirely."

"For whom?"

She gave me a speaking glance. It took me a full minute to finally comprehend what does she meant by that gesture of hers. My eyes widened in disbelief in their direction. "You got to be kidding me!"

"We're not," Leila said cheerfully, presenting the piece of paper with the list of names in my path. "Look, we already have the names of the people we want to invite for your party. So you don't need to stress yourself in organizing your party we'll do it for you."

"What the hell!" I practically shouted at them. Laila looked at me questioningly while this maddening woman in front of me merely throw a disapproving look. "Who permitted you to organize a party for me? I certainly don't."

"Enzo..." Laila started conversationally.

"Don't mind him, sis." Her twin informed her. "Just continue to search for the best caterer in the whole of Sicily for Enzo's party. I will deal with him."

"The hell you will do that!" I glared at her darkly. I am starting to see the red haze in my eyes thanks to this woman. "Cancel this party at once. I don't like parties."

Leila shook her head regretfully but her eyes tell me another story. "Nope. Cesare's orders, cousin. No offense."

I carefully touched my forehead since I felt that I am starting to have a headache. I would not let them affect me this way even if they were as annoying as hell. I took a deep breath. "What is the name of the devil do you think you can throwing a party for my benefit?"

"For your safe return to the family, of course." Leila supplied as if it was the most logical thing to do. "And then, there's the possibility of you finding yourself a sweetheart party." She gave me a knowing smile. "Who knows that might lead to marriage after a few months of dating?"

"No fucking way!" I stared at her in horror. This was what I fear when I learned moments ago that they were planning a party for me. I should have guessed that they were up to no good since I came back. "Why the hell do you think I need a woman in my life?"

"Really, Enzo." My maddening cousin chided on me. "Why do you curse so much lately since you came back? Are you somehow turning out to be a Cesare in the making?"

"Because of you, that's why!" I could feel that any moment a vein in my head would explode that would probably result in an aneurysm due to this useless conversation with her. "And what I don't understand is why are you still here in Ragusa? Didn't you guys marry a long time ago? The two of you are supposed to be living away here with your husbands. But it seems to me that you are spending a lot of time here now than before you are married."

Leila raised an eyebrow in my direction. "Have you forgotten, idiot? Cesare announced that no one can leave this place until he says so? Well, that command was extended to us thanks to you." She paused for a moment before adding. "Of course, that could be changed if you will get married soon."

"The fuck. A big no way!"

"Oh, well..." Leila shrugged casually. "...that doesn't change anything. Whether you like it or not you will meet pretty single ladies at the party. Cesare will start shoving girls under your nose from now on, cousin."

Upon mentioning that, my mind wander back to the blonde blue-eyed southern girl who kept on invading my dream with her naked body. Christ, the last thing I want was my private part camping unwillingly due with Willow's naked body inside my head.

"I will not let you do this to me," I announced angrily, banishing the images inside my head. Now I would spend my time thinking about her, damn it.

Leila gave me a goading look. "You can try but we both know you will not succeed. Mark my words, Enzo. Cesare will make sure you will be married before the year ends."

"Mark my words," I mimicked her, longing for the woman I can't have. "I.Will.Not."