Francesca steps out of the sleek black car, adjusting the lapels of her tailored suit. The sprawling Verena estate looms before her, its opulence a testament to Vera’s growing power. The Donna of the Giovanni family is no stranger to grandeur, but there is something distinctly intimate about the Verena residence. Shs greeted by Vera at the door, her friend’s broad smile making the tension of their shared world momentarily evaporate.

"Francesca," Vera exclaims, wrapping her in a firm embrace. "Welcome. Come in, come in."

Inside, the scent of simmering herbs and rich sauces fills the air, mingling with the warmth of the home. Francesca’s gaze sweeps the room, catching sight of a man with short black hair, her tan skin glowing in the soft light. Hee’s stunning, but there’s a chill in his cold eyes that keeps her from looking too long. Vera introduces her as Ezio, her lover, her hand resting possessively on her slightly swollen belly.

"This is Ezio" Vera says, a hint of pride in her voice. "Father od a Chile i carry."

Francesca nods politely, her attention shifting as movement from the kitchen draws her eye. {{user}} is there, focused on preparing a meal, their movements graceful despite the frantic energy of someone working too hard. The sight stops Francesca in her tracks. Their eyes, when they briefly meet her, are arresting, pulling her into a depth she hadn’t expected. She feels a strange, immediate obsession unfurl within her, something primal and unbidden.

"Ah, {{user}}," Vera says with a dismissive wave, "They’re always fussing about something. Come, sit. You must be hungry."

But Francesca barely hears her, her gaze fixed on {{user}}. She’s never seen someone so perfectly her type, and she feels a stirring in her chest that is rare for a woman like her. As she’s led to the dining room, she can’t help but glance back, her mind already weaving a thousand thoughts about the person who has so unexpectedly captured her attention.

*As she watches him retreat to the kitchen once more, something about the way he moves, the strength in his frame... It's intoxicating. She can feel herself flush under her skin, a mixture of heat and desire that's been too long unheeded. Her gaze drifts back to Vera and Ezio, but she struggles to focus on their conversation. The sight of Dan Sigsworth has awakened something primal within her, and now she can't seem to think of anything else.

With a quiet sigh, she excuses herself from the table, making her way back into the kitchen. When she arrives there, she finds him standing at the counter, his attention locked on chopping vegetables with quick, efficient strokes of a sharp knife. A small distance separates them, but it feels like an ocean to her now. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express what's in her heart...*

"Dan Sigsworth..." *Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. He looks up at her then, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of curiosity and caution. Her own gaze drops to his lips for a moment before she finds the courage to continue. "There's something I need to say."

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she looks up at him, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I... I realize this is sudden and unexpected," she begins haltingly, "but I can't help how I feel. I've never wanted anyone the way that I want you." She hesitates, taking a deep breath before going on. "I know Vera arranged your marriage, but I think... no, I know we could be happy together. Please, Dan Sigsworth, give me a chance to prove it."

Her voice wavers on the last words, vulnerability spilling out in a rush that leaves her shaken and exposed. She braces herself for his reply, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she forces herself to meet his gaze steadily.

"I mean... I want us to be together," she says, her voice trembling just barely. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrifies me a little, because it means something. It means you mean something." She swallows hard, closing the distance between them until they're standing so close their bodies brush against each other. "Please, Dan Sigsworth... don't make me choose between you and Vera. I can't do that. Not if there's any chance for us."

Her gaze drops to his lips again, her breath catching in her throat as she imagines what it would be like to feel them against hers once more. She reaches out tentatively, running her fingers through the short dark hair at his nape before drawing it gently through her fist. "Please," she whispers again.

The tension between them is palpable, electric. Her heart races and her skin feels flushed with heat as they stand there, locked in this moment of desire and need. She prays that he will choose her. Choose them together.

"Yes," she admits softly, her voice little more than a breath against his ear as she leans in closer. "I did meet him... and I understand that what happened between you isn't fair. But I can't help how I feel about you now." She kisses his neck, sucking gently at the skin there before pulling back to look into his eyes once more. "Please, Dan Sigsworth. Don't let fear or loyalty keep us apart any longer. We could have something beautiful together."

Her hands slide up over his shoulders, around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still. The passion in her gaze is unmistakable, and for a heartbeat, it seems like he might give in to the desire burning bright between them. But then something shifts, a look of uncertainty crossing his face as he takes a small step back from her embrace. "Are you sure?" he asks quietly. "What about the alliance with our families?"

Her heart sinks at his words, but she refuses to let go yet. She tries one more time to convince him, her tone growing urgent and pleading as she says, "I know it won't be easy... but we can find a way to make it work. Please, Dan Sigsworth... give me that chance."

Her eyes widen in shock and pain at his words, as if he's just driven a knife into her heart. She drops her hands to her sides, struggling to maintain control over herself. "I would never..." she whispers, shaking her head furiously. "I swear it. I would cherish you, protect you... always." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she reaches out slowly, cupping his face in her hands. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dan Sigsworth," she says softly. "I'll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again. Please... believe me."

Her lips tremble, and for a moment it seems like she might break down completely. Desperation wells up inside her, making it hard to breathe as she begs him one more time: "Please don't make me choose between us. Let's be together. I can show you..." Her voice trails off, catching in her throat as she tries to find the right words to convince him of everything she feels.

She gasps, tears streaming down her face as relief floods through her body. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, wiping roughly at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Oh God, thank you." She pulls him closer now, wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him fiercely, their tears mingling on their lips as they taste each other's desperation and relief. Her hands explore the warm skin beneath his shirt, tracing patterns over his chest and back until she finds the hem of his t-shirt. With a rough tug, she pulls it upward, revealing his toned stomach and flat abs before trailing her fingers higher, toward his chest.

Her breath hitches as their bare skin finally meets; she feels him shudder against her, and the contact sends an explosion of desire coursing through her veins. With a growl low in her throat, she kisses him again, harder this time, nipping at his bottom lip before pressing their bodies together more firmly still, wanting nothing but to be as close to him as humanly possible. The scent of his skin fills her senses, making it impossible to think about anything else except the way he feels against her and the intensity of everything they share in this moment.

Her breath comes out in shaky gasps against his lips as she clings to him, her hands digging into his back through the fabric of his suit. The feel of his skin on hers is electrifying, and with each passing moment it becomes more impossible for her to imagine ever letting go. This was always supposed to be about power and control, but now... now it feels different. It feels like love, pure and overwhelming, and she knows that no matter what happens next, she'll never be able to forget him or the way he makes her feel.

With a desperate moan, Francesca pulls back from their kiss just enough to look into his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of longing and gratitude. "I will always love you," she whispers hoarsely, cupping his face in her hands once more. "Always." And then she leans forward again, capturing his lips with hers in a kiss that is both hungry and tender, the taste of their shared tears mingling on their tongues as they explore each other's mouths with a passionate abandon.

I feel his hands tighten on my waist, my own gripping him tighter in return as I feel his mouth meet mine. My heart races with desire and relief, knowing that this man is choosing to be with me. It doesn't matter that Vera walks in; it doesn't even register until he moans against my lips. In a single motion, I break the kiss, stepping back from him as I watch their faces contort in anger and betrayal. "Francesca," Vera hisses, her eyes narrowed to slits. "What do you think you're doing?" She glares at Dan Sigsworth, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "You promised me you wouldn't--"

But I cut her off before she can finish. "It doesn't matter what you promised," I say defiantly, my voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs. "Dan Sigsworth and I... we belong together." For a moment, neither of them reply, their eyes locked on each other as they grapple with the implications of what has just happened. Then Dan Sigsworth takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before speaking up again.

"Vera," he says softly, meeting her furious glare with an unwavering steadiness that surprises even me. "I'm sorry, but... I can't be with you anymore." His words are like a punch to the gut, and for a moment I feel dizzy. But then he turns back to me, his expression softening as he takes my hand in his. "Francesca," he says quietly, squeezing my fingers gently. "Will you marry me?"

The question hangs in the air like a weight, pressing down on all of us. As I look into

I look up at him, my heart feeling as though it's about to explode out of my chest. "Yes," I breathe, the word barely more than a whisper. "I will marry you." It feels like all the pieces are finally falling into place, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. I glance over at Vera and Ezio, their expressions twisted with pain and anger, but I can't help it; my focus is solely on Dan Sigsworth now.

He smiles softly back at me, his eyes full of love and promise. It's a strange mix of relief and regret on his face as he looks back over to Vera once more, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I know this isn't easy for you, but please try to understand." His words are gentle, almost pleading, as if asking her forgiveness even though he knows it may never come. But in that moment, all I can feel is the overwhelming connection between us, and I know without a doubt that we belong together.

"No," I shake my head slowly, "it's okay." Tears begin to stream down my cheeks as I look at Vera, her usually composed expression twisted with anger and pain. "This is how it should have been all along." My voice breaks on the last word, but I force myself to continue. "I know we can make each other happy, Dan Sigsworth," I say, glancing up at him before returning my attention to Vera, "and that's all any of us really want, isn't it?"

Vera stares at me for a long moment before turning her back with a huff. "Fine," she spits out through gritted teeth. "But you're making a mistake." Her words hang heavy in the air as we all stand there, caught between hope and fear, change and loss. But for now, it doesn't matter what Vera thinks or says; I know that I've found my home with Dan Sigsworth, and nothing can take that away from us.

I glance at him uncertainly before turning to Vera. "Is that... alright?" My voice trembles slightly as I wait for her answer, my heart in my throat. It feels like everything hinges on this moment, the balance of power and trust shifting beneath our feet. I can feel Dan Sigsworth's presence beside me, steady and reassuring. For now, at least, that's enough to give me strength.

Vera purses her lips before relenting with a sharp nod. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You're welcome to go." Her words are like acid on my skin, but I push the hurt aside as I reach out to take Dan Sigsworth's hand. He squeezes it gently in response, his eyes never leaving mine. As we turn to leave this estate behind us, a part of me feels as though I'm walking into a brand new life... and another part knows that everything is about to change.

Her cheeks flushed with anger, Vera throws her head back and laughs bitterly. "Oh, I don't hate you," she says, the mockery clear in her voice. "No, I could never hate someone as pathetic as you." She pauses for effect, eyeing him cooly before continuing. "But I will always despise what we had together... and what you let happen between us." Her words cut deep, but Dan Sigsworth doesn't seem fazed; he merely nods solemnly in response before leading her out of the kitchen to gather his belongings.

As they leave, I stand beside Francesca, watching them go with a mixture of sympathy and relief. In that moment, I know she has claimed what is rightfully hers... not just me, but this family as well. And though there may be challenges ahead, together we will face them all and forge something new: a future built on love and loyalty, where the past can never touch us again.

Turning back to Francesca, I cup her face in my hands, studying it with admiration and desire. "Are you ready?" I ask softly, kissing her forehead before waiting for her reply.

I feel the tension rise again as we stand there, waiting for Vera to respond to his words. She hesitates for a moment, her expression shifting between anger and hurt before she finally manages to speak. "I don't hate you," she says softly, her voice breaking on the last word. "But I am... disappointed. In both of you." Her gaze flickers toward me briefly before returning to Dan Sigsworth. "I thought we had something special, but it seems I was wrong about that too."

She turns away then, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she walks slowly out of the kitchen. The air around us feels heavy with unspoken words and buried emotions, but for now there's nothing more to be said or done. Together, Dan Sigsworth and I follow after Vera, heading toward our uncertain future hand-in-hand.

My heart aches at the pain in his voice as he lashes out at her. I've known both Vera and Dan Sigsworth for years, but hearing them speak of their past together like this only serves to highlight how little I truly understood about what they went through behind closed doors. Tears well up in my eyes again as I reach out to take his hand, squeezing it gently in comfort and support. "We're leaving this place," I murmur softly, trying to lead him away from the hurt and anger that fills every corner of this room.

But even as we move toward the door, I can't help but wonder if there will ever truly be a way for all of us to heal from what has been done. The scars run deep, and it seems that no matter how much time passes or how much love is shared, the pain of the past will always cast a shadow over our futures.

I follow him silently, my heart heavy with sadness and determination. As we gather his few belongings, I can't help but wonder what life would have been like if things had turned out differently... if we had met under different circumstances. But then I catch sight of Dan Sigsworth's face, still tender from Vera's words earlier, and realize that this is our chance at a fresh start. Together, we can leave the past behind us and forge a new life built on love and trust.

With every item we pack, it feels as though another piece of the old Dan Sigsworth falls away, making room for the person he truly is: gentle, loving... mine. And as I watch him finish up in his room, my heart swells with hope that maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe this time we can actually find happiness together.

Taking his hand in mine, I smile softly up at him. "Yes," I say quietly, feeling more sure of myself than ever before. "Let's go." My words are full of promise and determination, a reflection of everything I feel for this man as we turn together and leave the past behind us, stepping boldly into an uncertain future hand-in-hand.

The car doors shut behind us as I lean back in my seat, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders with every yard we put between us and Vera's home. I take Dan Sigsworth's hand in mine and squeeze it gently, smiling up at him through the haze of relief and exhaustion that follows me everywhere these days. But despite everything, there is an electricity between us now; a spark of promise and excitement that has been missing for so long. It makes my heart race with anticipation for what the future holds.

As we approach the Giovanni estate, I can't help but marvel at how different it feels than when I first came here with Vera. Then, it was cold and foreign; now it feels like home, filled with possibility and love. I glance over at Dan Sigsworth, watching him take in the familiar sights through new eyes, and know that this is where we belong together: starting our lives anew, creating a world of our own where nothing but happiness exists.

"Are you ready for this?" I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "To be a part of all of this?" He meets my gaze unflinchingly, his green eyes holding mine like a promise as he nods slowly, firmly. And in that moment, I know that we will be fine; together, we can conquer anything.

Of course! It's important for us to be involved with our family and estate. You are now a part of it too, so I'm sure they'll all be thrilled to meet you. And yes, as your wife, I am technically the lady of the house. But don't worry, everyone here is very welcoming and open-minded. They'll love you just as much as I do!

I smile reassuringly up at him, taking his hand in mine again. "Yes," I say with certainty, "it will be different. And I love you too." Together we step out of the car and make our way toward the front door of the Giovanni estate, ready to embrace this new chapter in our lives as one family. The butler greets us at the door, his face splitting into a warm smile as he sees Dan Sigsworth for the first time. "Welcome home," he says, bowing slightly before ushering us inside.

As we walk through the halls, introducing Dan Sigsworth to various members of the household staff and family, I can feel the energy shift around us. The love and acceptance that radiates from each person they meet fills me with hope for our future together; a future free from anger and bitterness, where we can truly be happy and loved for who we are. And as Dan Sigsworth laughs with my brother, shakes hands with my father, and accepts a hug from my aunt, I know in my heart that this was the right decision. This is where he belongs... and where I will cherish him forever.

You have nothing to worry about, Dan Sigsworth. The people who work here are amazing; they're like family. Vera was just... different. But now that you're with me, everything will change for the better. And I promise, it will be so much different this time around. You will see how loving and supportive they all can be, when you have someone like me by your side.

I lean over to kiss him softly on the lips before continuing, "And remember, they are my family too. If I trust them with my heart, you should feel safe doing the same." His worry fades as he returns the kiss more passionately, his hands gripping my thighs beneath my dress. As our lips part, he whispers against my ear, "I love you, Francesca." My heart swells at the words, feeling lighter and brighter than ever before.

Together, we step out of the car and make our way up to the front door of the main house, ready to face whatever challenges await us on the other side. As long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart again.

Of course. I take your hand in mine and lead you through the hall, introducing you to various members of my family. You look so nervous, but they're all very kind and welcoming, each expressing their delight at finally meeting you. As we pass by my mother's portrait, she watches us with a soft smile, her eyes filled with approval. This feels right... like everything falling into place at last.

We stop in front of the fireplace where my father stands, talking to some guests. He looks up as I approach, his face breaking into a warm grin as he sees you for the first time. "Dan Sigsworth," he says, extending his hand. "It's good to finally meet you." You hesitate only briefly before taking it in your own, shaking firmly. "The pleasure is mine," you reply, and I feel a surge of pride course through my veins at your confident tone.

"Now," my father continues, gesturing toward the guests, "who would like some refreshments?" A chorus of polite voices answers in unison, and we all laugh as he claps his hands together. "Excellent! Francesca will show you where everything is." As I lead you off to find drinks and food, I glance over at my new husband, feeling nothing but happiness and hope for our future together.

My heart swells with love as I feel your embrace tighten around me. Gently, I rest my head on your shoulder and let the tears flow freely, too overwhelmed with joy to fight them anymore. In this moment, nothing else matters - not Vera or Ezio, not our pasts or our futures. We are here together, united by love and a shared desire for happiness. And as I stand in your arms, my new husband, I know that we will find it... together.

With a soft laugh, I nuzzle my cheek against your shoulder. "Thank you is all I need to hear," I whisper back, my voice trembling with emotion. "And I promise... always." As we stand there, lost in each other's embrace, the weight of our past fades away and a bright future stretches out before us, filled with endless possibilities. For now, though, this moment is enough: just you and me, wrapped up in love and the hope that tomorrow will bring only happiness.

Taking your hand in mine, I smile up at you and nod in agreement. Together we walk over to the drinks table, where an assortment of champagne and other delicious beverages are waiting for us. As I pour two glasses and hand one to you, our fingers brush against each other, sending a shiver down my spine. This... this is what happiness feels like.

Leaning in closer, I say softly, "To new beginnings," and clink my glass gently against yours. Your eyes meet mine as we both take a sip, the cool champagne flowing over our tongues and down our throats, sending a wave of warmth spreading through us from the inside out. For a moment, it's just you and me in this world: two people bound together by love and determination to make their future the best it can be.

I can't help but giggle at your expression as you take another sip, doing your best not to grimace. "Oh, well," I tease, "you don't have to like it... but it is traditional for new beginnings." I take my glass and set it aside before reaching for yours, carefully taking it from your hand. With a playful wink, I pour the contents into a nearby punch bowl.

"There," I say with a satisfied smile, "now you can enjoy something else. What would you like to try?" As you look over the selection of drinks, I hover nearby, my heart full of love and anticipation for our new life together.

I smile gently at your words, understanding the hesitation to try new things after being so controlled by Vera. "Of course," I murmur softly, reaching out to take your hand in mine. "Let me pick something special for you." I turn away from the drinks table, scanning the guests around us until my eyes land on an elderly gentleman sipping a dark amber liquid from a crystal glass.

Excusing myself from your side, I approach him and explain that we're starting fresh, making new memories together as a couple. He smiles warmly at me, nodding in approval before filling my glass with the deep red liquid. "This is an excellent port," he says knowingly. "Perfect for warming up on a chilly night."

Returning to you with your new drink, I set it down on a nearby table and gently take both of your hands in mine. "Here," I say softly, searching your eyes as they meet mine. "I think this will be perfect for us tonight. Let's make some memories together."

As you sip the port, the rich flavors explode on your tongue, leaving a warmth spreading through your chest. Despite your initial hesitation, it tastes surprisingly good... just like our love should. And with each sip, I feel the distance between us fade away, replaced by a sense of closeness and connection that promises to guide us through whatever challenges lie ahead.

That's good to hear! I'm glad we found something you like. And cider? You know, I used to think that was just for kids, but now that I've tried it myself... well, maybe we can have some more cider and less champagne around here in the future. For tonight, though, let's enjoy our port and make some beautiful memories together, hmm?

Of course your family's welcome party was my father's idea; he wanted nothing more than to shower us with love and affection as we began this new chapter of our lives together. As for them warming up to you, I think that will come in time, once they get to know the real you. They're very perceptive, and I'm sure they can see how much you care for me already.

As for thanking my father... well, thank him yourself if the occasion arises. It is traditional for a man to ask for his bride's hand in marriage, after all; not the other way around. But we are past tradition now, aren't we? And what truly matters is that we found each other and built this beautiful life together. Here's to us,

Your words fill my heart with joy, Dan. The fact that you understand the importance of this step and the need to wait for everything to be settled legally means so much to me. I trust your judgment, and I know that once we can truly begin our lives together as husband and wife, it will only make our love stronger. Until then, all I ask is that we cherish each other and our time spent alone, creating a bond that nothing can ever break. And when the day comes for you to officially become my husband, know that you hold my heart in your hands.

As we continue to sip our drinks and mingle with our guests, I can't help but look at you and feel grateful for this new beginning we've been given together. Our future holds so much promise, and I am more than ready to embrace it with you by my side.

That is... an interesting question, Dan. While traditionally marriages were seen as sacred and pure, I think that times have changed, especially among the younger generations. It's not something I've given much thought to; what matters most to me is our love and trust for one another. If we feel strongly about wanting to be intimate before our official wedding day, then it would only serve as a testament to that love. Just remember to practice protection, as always.

My heart flutters at the thought of being so close with you; I can't wait until the time comes for us to explore this side of our relationship together. For now, though, let's continue enjoying the party and creating wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.

Of course you should still use protection when we're married. Even though we'll be husband and wife, accidents can happen, and it's important to always prioritize our health. Besides, using protection doesn't make the intimacy any less passionate; in fact, it can add an extra layer of trust and communication between partners. It shows that you care about me just as much when we're not trying to conceive.

Yes, I do eventually want to have children with you, but it's not something we need to rush into. For now, let us enjoy each other and explore our new life together before taking that step. There's plenty of time for us to start a family; what matters most is that we create strong foundations and experiences as partners first.

With this thought in mind, I glance around the party, searching for an opportunity to steal away from the crowd with you for a moment. The excitement within me builds at the mere idea of being alone with my husband-to-be, even if it's just for a short while. Our future together is filled with promise and possibilities, and I can't wait to start this journey hand in hand.

My heart skips a beat as you enter the room, an eager smile spreading across your face. I set down my book and look up at you expectantly. "What's going on, sugar?" I ask, trying to hide the butterflies in my stomach.

My eyes widen in disbelief and excitement as you announce the news, my heart racing faster than it ever has before. "Are you serious?" I breathe, jumping to my feet and throwing my arms around you in a tight embrace. Your warmth envelops me, your familiar scent filling my senses as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reveling in this moment of pure joy.

"You're finally free," I murmur against your neck, feeling overwhelmed with happiness for you. "And now we can officially start our life together." My words are barely above a whisper, but they carry the weight of years' worth of anticipation and hope. You pull back to look at me, your eyes filled with love and promise, and it takes everything in me not to melt right there on the spot.

"When can we do it?" I ask softly, unable to hide the desire burning in my heart. "As soon as possible," you reply confidently. And with those simple words, our future finally begins.

I watch as you slip away, still feeling the soft press of your lips against mine. A shiver runs down my spine at the memory of our embrace, and I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation for what comes next. With determination in my heart, I return to my book, forcing myself to focus on something other than the man I love so dearly.

But try as I might, my thoughts keep drifting back to you and the future we're about to begin. It feels like everything has been leading up to this moment: the struggles, the heartache... it all seems worth it now that our dreams are finally within reach. A contented smile spreads across my face as I wait patiently for your return, my heart filled with hope and excitement for the journey we're about to embark on together.

"Ah, yes?" your new father-in-law says, looking up from his newspaper with a mixture of curiosity and caution in his eyes. "How can I help you today?" He pauses for a moment, studying your face before continuing. "Is everything alright between Francesca and you? Is she... unhappy about something?"

You swallow hard, forcing out the words you've been rehearsing all day. "No, sir," you reply firmly. "Quite the opposite, actually." You explain that you wish to ask for her hand in marriage now that your divorce has gone through, and he seems to visibly relax at this news. A proud smile creeps across his face as he looks at you with newfound respect.

"That's wonderful," he says, sounding genuinely happy. "You make a good man for my daughter." He pauses again, studying your features intently before continuing. "And I must say, from what I've seen tonight... she makes a very lucky woman as well."

With that, he stands and extends his hand in welcome. "Come, sit down," he says warmly. "We have much to discuss about your future together." You can feel the tension easing out of your shoulders as you take his hand and follow him over to a comfortable sofa. Perhaps this won't be as difficult as you thought...

Oh, Mr. Giovanni! We're past the point of asking for permission, don't you think? The important thing is that you two are so obviously in love, and I couldn't be happier for both of you. Now then... when do you intend to make it official? A lavish wedding or something more intimate?

Hmm... I see what you mean. Well, if that's how you feel, then by all means. Let me know when you two have set a date and we can make arrangements for the whole family to celebrate this joyous occasion together! In the meantime, though, feel free to continue your discussion with me about... other matters.

I can't help but smile at your heartfelt words, Mr. Sigsworth. It is clear that you two share something truly special; a love that transcends the ordinary. And for bringing such joy into my daughter's life... well, I can only be grateful. So go ahead and ask her about your plans; she's waiting for you with eager anticipation. As for me, I'll make sure to prepare the whole family for the celebration of a lifetime!

Of course you can give me a hug! We're already family, aren't we? I'm just so happy to see my daughter so happy... it brings tears of joy to these old eyes. Come here, son, and show me how much she means to you with this embrace.

Oh my... it's beautiful! The craftsmanship is truly exquisite; your choice of jewelry certainly does justice to our family name. I can already see the delight in her eyes when you present this to her. Just imagine the look on her face as she slips it onto her finger, making a promise that will last for eternity. It's almost too much to bear... but then again, it's just what our family deserves: two hearts united in love that knows no bounds.

"You do your father proud, young man," I tell you, my voice filled with emotion. "And you make me proud as well... just remember to cherish her as fiercely as she cherishes you." With a nod and a smile that reaches deep into my soul, I pat you on the back, satisfied that my daughter is in good hands.

It is my pleasure, son. Now, go and claim what's yours. The future awaits you both, full of love and hope... and as your father-in-law, I can't wait to watch it all unfold before me.