Though we travel the world over to find beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Enzo Fiorenza's POV

After my disturbing conversation with Rafe at my uncle's study table. I found my cousins, their husbands, and their babies having breakfast at the dining table. When Leila caught the sight of me walking into the room she start singing a song about young love.

I just glared at her while took the vacant chair next to Laila. I frowned when I notice that Willow was not at the dinner table. "Where's Willow?"

Leila gave me a mischief smile while she stop feeding her son from his highchair. "How should we know that it's you who was glued to her last night never leaving her side even for a moment?"

"Maybe she's avoiding you." Her husband supplied with laughter in his eyes. "Given the scandalous kiss, you guys shared last night."

"Maybe she's still asleep given what time the party ended last night," Laila answered feeding her daughter with fresh fruits while sitting comfortably in her daddy's lap.

"Have you seen the morning papers?" Leandro asked casually while sipping his coffee.

"No. And I am not interested." I replied dryly as started to dig my food on my plate.

"I'm surprised to see you and Willow dominate all the tabloids' front-page this morning. I am sure Cesare is in his best mood when he woke up earlier." Nikos commented, wiping her daughter's mouth with his napkin.

I rolled my eyes at them. "Why don't you just focus your attention feeding your kids instead of ruining my day?"

"How can we resist this to pass? Leila grinned at me like a sly little fox. "It's not every day you are creating a scandal for yourself. Usually, that's my job before, you know putting the Fiorenza name into the tabloids."

I grimaced at the thought. "I don't understand what so big deal about it is? I don't understand the paparazzi's fascination about our kiss."

"Let me tell you, cousin." Leila supplied. "You are Vicenzo Fiorenza who stay away from social gatherings and who never had scandal attached to your name even once. You do think that the press will let this go easily."

And that's the problem, isn't it? When you were born into a wealthy family whether you like it or not everyone seems to be interested in your private life. Everyone expects me to follow in the footsteps of Cesare and when the right time comes I should continue to manage the business. Don't I have the right to choose the path I want to take? Why my life does need to be mapped out for me?

I sighed deeply. Nothing would change even if I dwell with my dark thoughts right. I was unfortunately born in this family and I have to accept that would not change everyone would be interested in our private life.

"When do you plan to bring Willow to the Orsini vineyard?" Leila asked offhandedly.

I eyed her guardedly, halfway sipping my coffee. "Why?"

"Relax. I am just merely asking, cousin." She answered suavely. She stopped feeding Anton to give me an innocent look before turning back her attention to her son. "Say 'Mama'."

"Dada..." The toddler in the high-chair had said. My devious cousin frowned at her son while her husband seems completely pleased with the word Anton kept on repeating. "Da-da..."

"I gave birth to you, you know." Leila reminded him crossly. "I carried you in my womb for nine months. I have a scar in my belly to prove it and yet you look like your father and your first word is also 'dada' despite teaching you how you should call me every day."

I laughed out loud. For once this woman learned her lesson no less from her son. "Karma is a bit—"

I stopped the words that were about to come out of my mouth instantly. As four sets of eyes gave me a warning glance.

"Karma finally bites you." I rephrased my sentence when I remembered that we have toddlers here.

"Ma-ma..." Laila's daughter stated giving the crushed raspberry in her hand to her mother.

She smiled at her daughter taking the offered mushy raspberry. "Thank you, darling." Laila focused her attention on me. "Willow will like the Orsini vineyard, I assure you. Especially if she will meet Marco's grandparents they are lovely folks."

"I bet you like them," Nikos said tediously, giving his wife a sardonic look. "You nearly become their granddaughter-in-law, remember?"

Laila just looked at her husband for a long moment before burst out laughing. "You are impossible, Nikos. It was not even a real engagement and I only played as Marco's fianceé for a whole week. On the weekend of his grandfather's birthday."

He gave his wife a distrustful look. "It still pissed me off whenever I remember that you were once engaged to that moron."

My kind-hearted cousin just rolled her eyes at him. "Goodness, Nikos..."

"By the way, do you know Marco Orsini's number?" I inquired casually to the table.

"Why do you want to know?" Leila asked with curiosity in her eyes.

"I am planning to take Willow to their vineyard today." I don't think I should waste the two weeks extension she agreed to stay here. Rather than being confined here at this damn house with my relatives watching our every move, it's better if we just go out on a trip.

There was a self-satisfied smile playing on Leila's lips. My eyes instantly narrowed in her direction when she notice my disapproving look she immediately schooled her expression. "All right. I will give him a call. I am sure he will be delighted to welcome you to their vineyard, Enzo."

I nodded at one before standing from the table. "Excuse me, will you? I will just inform Willow about our sudden trip to the city."

Leila gave me a devious smile. "Don't forget to bring souvenirs from your trip, okay?"

I didn't bother to answer her since I knew she was just baiting me. I walked away from the dining hall and marched to the second floor of the house. I shook my head in disbelief when I realized that Willow's room was just two rooms away from mine.

Those two really tempting the devil inside me. If I have known that she's just almost next door to me no force could stop me from coming inside her room.

I knocked lightly in her room. Maybe she was still asleep, I thought silently. I was about to retreat to my room when her door open. I saw her peeking her head from the doorway. "Hey." I greeted with a smile.

"Hey." She repeated, hiding her face from the door adorably. I hid my smile when I realized that she's maybe shy from last night.

"You didn't come down for breakfast." I accused sternly when I noticed that she's been awake for quite some time now.

"I am not hungry." She mumbled avoiding my gaze.

I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her senselessly but I held myself in check. Now was not the right time to think about that. "Pack," I announced with authority. "We're leaving in an hour."

Her clear blue gazed suddenly shot in my direction. "Where are we going?"

I grinned at her stun face while she's busy giving me a questioning look. "We're going to the Orsini vineyard today."

"Today?!" She repeated with wide eyes. "Why so sudden? Marco Orsini just invited us last night."

"So we can have other dates in the following days ahead. Two weeks will pass in a blink of an eye before we know it the short two weeks are over."

"Don't you think it's rude if we just suddenly show up on their property unannounced?" She inquired, her face was somewhat troubled at the thought of showing up at the vineyard unannounced.

I gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Leila already informed the man in question about our arrival today?"

She looked not convince. She sighed deeply. "Is this a day trip only?"

I hid my predatory smile while giving her an innocent look. "Pack for an overnight trip just to be sure."

Since I don't have any plans of going back here tonight. I added silently.

"All right," she said with a sigh. She was about to close the door on my face when I flatten my palm on the heavy wooden door.

"Wait!" I announced abruptly.

"What?"

My lips twitched with a smile. I fished out something in my pocket it's been in my pocket since last night. "Turn around. I want to give you something." She gave me a distrustful look and then I added. "Come on, don't be stubborn and do it."

She slowly turn around until her back was on me. I felt the familiar chain in my pocket and pulled it out. I fastened the gold necklace around her neck and I heard her gasp.

"I was supposed to give this to you last night..." I grimaced when I remember the unfortunate event that happen before the party even starts. "...but I got side-tracked."

Willow's face broke into a slight smile while unconsciously touching the gold chain in her throat. "You mean because you got jealous of the poor Oliver Spencer."

"Yes, you are correct," I admitted softly. I admired the gold chain on her neck. I knew that it would fit her perfectly from the moment I saw the pendant of a horse inside the circle studded with diamonds I knew I should have it for her.

"What's this? I cannot possibly accept such a gift, Enzo."

I grinned at her, stopping her from removing the necklace around her neck. "Yes, you can Willow."

She shook her blonde head. "This must cost a fortune. I don't want such an expensive gift from you."

"Trust me, it's not that costly."

"How much?" She challenged.

I shook my head in resignation. She's not making this easy for me, I mused silently. "Don't you know that it's rude to ask the price of the gift you just receive?"

"But..."

"This conversation is over," I informed her arrogantly, tilting an eyebrow in her direction. "Before I stop the words coming out from your lovely mouth with my kisses. I am sure if that happens we will be late for our flight. Your choice, sweetheart."

She squeaked closing the door in my face. I found myself laughing at her skittish reaction, shaking my head I went to my room and also pack for our overnight trip.

Half an hour later, Willow and I settled at the back of Cesare's SUV going to the tarmac of the airport.

Willow gasped while looking outside from her window when she saw the sight of a private plan. Right now, I was so pleased to see the necklace I gave hanging around her neck. The Willow Kinsella that I met in North Carolina was back with her signature cotton dress and cowgirl boots. "Don't tell me we're going to use this plane."

"Of course."

"Is this really how rich folks usually travel? Using their private aircraft? I feel so poor right now."

I rolled my eyes. "Correction, Signorina. I don't usually travel like the rest of my family. I usually ride a C-27J Spartan on my travels abroad."

"I see." I couldn't miss the way her lovely blue eyes load their sparks at the casual mentioning of a military aircraft.

I wanted to beat myself for ruining our date before it's even started. I noticed the changes in her she remained silent throughout the flight and until we're about to reach the vineyard.

"What's wrong?" I asked conversationally, trying to break the annoying silence in the car ride.

"Nothing."

I bit back the curse that wanted to escape my mouth. "Willow..."

"It's not your fault, really." She said, still refusing to look at me stubbornly looking at her window. "I kept on forgetting your line of work. This conversation just reminds me why we don't suit each other, Enzo."

This time the curse I was holding back escape my mouth. "Please, don't say that. Whatever we have is just gaining its momentum please don't execute it immediately."

She didn't bother to answer until we reach the Orsini vineyard. We both went out of the car at the same time and I saw the familiar figure of Marco Orsini coming out of the manor. There was a huge grin on his face as if he was really glad to see us. "Welcome to the Orsini vineyard, amico. At last, you are finally here."