The box has no address just 'Anastasia Carmichael' written across the top. Anna opens the box to reveal her bag filled with wallet and phones. Anna can't help but smile as she looks at the contents. She finds a red envelope with a wax seal. Anna holds her breath as she opens the envelope. There written in Italian...

Beautiful Anastasia,

Thank you for the night we spent together. I am deeply sorry that I hurt you. Please find your belongings you left behind.

I hope we meet again.

Yours,

Marcello x

Anna reads the Italian with a smile on her face. This is exactly what she hoped for, she is glad he didn't actually listen to her. With the burner gone she has no way to contact him. Pulling out her laptop Anna pulls up the phone records of the burner, she may have saved them just in case. Anna finds Marcello's number and types it into one of her old phone.

"Morretti." He answers after the third ring.

"Thank you for returning my things." Anna says softly.

"Anastasia?" Marcello's voice sounds hopeful. Anna loves the way he says her name.

"Anna is fine and I appreciate it. You saved me a lot of trouble."

"Anything for you cara."

"You are quite a smooth talker Marcello."

"You have had quite a change of heart since I saw you last."

"I had time to think."

"And...?"

"I may have been a little harsh on you. I can't deny that I'm attracted to you."

"As much as I love to hear that Anna I am truthfully sorry that I hurt you. I shouldn't have -"

"Shut up for a minute." Anna cuts him off and he laughs. "I called to say thanks for returning my stuff and for dinner. This is my number so you can save it if you like."

"I definitely will. How did you get my number?"

"I have my ways." Anna mimics Marcello's old words.

"You are incredible Miss Carmichael."

"Thank you Mr Morretti...I should go. Goodnight Marcello."

"Sleep well cara." Marcello's smooth voice resonates in Anna's ear as she hangs us the call. Something about Marcello Morretti has her spellbound.

Laying back on her bed Anna lets sleep take her. She dreams of the Italian Don who has captured her attention.

For Marcello sleep did not come easy. He wanted desperately to call Anna back. He wanted to knock down her apartment door and take her in his arms. Marcello was certain he may have ruined it. He was worried Anna may not feel the same way he did.

Eventually the sun shines through his window and Marcello is unsure if he ever even slept. He was up thinking about the mystery girl who has stolen his heart after only two days. Anna remains a complete mystery other than her name and that she is from Las Vegas Marcello knows nothing.

On Sundays Marcello spends the day with his brother and sister-in-law. He is always happy to see his niece and nephew. Marcello sometimes gets jealous of Luciano and his life. His little brother seemed to get his act together quickly. Luca and Eddison started dating in their junior year of college. The two were married as soon as they graduated. Marcello took his time with Sienna. Things never seemed right. But now...

"UNCLE MARC!" Isabella his niece interrupts his thoughts as he step inside his brother's home. Isabella jumps into his arms and he squeezes her tight.

"Ciao la mia ragazza preferita."

"Ciao!" Isabella giggles at her uncle.

"Marcello? Is that you?" Eddison calls out to her brother-in-law.

"Hi Eddie." Putting Isabella down Marc hugs Eddison. "Congratulations gorgeous." He whispers in her ear.

"Thank you." Eddie turns to her daughter. "Isabella can you find you father and your brother."

"Yes mama." Isabella runs off and the two watch her go.

"So..." Eddie starts turning her attention back to Marcello. "Tell me about the girl."

"What girl?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Luke told me everything."

"Of course he did." Marc mutters.

"Tell me." Eddie demands.

"There is nothing to tell Ed. But I promise the moment I have something I'll tell you."

"Well thank you." Eddie takes Marc's hand. "Ok come on. Do you want a cup of tea?"

"Sounds perfect."

...

Marcello is sitting with his brother watching his niece and nephew play when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

"Is that the girl?" Luca asks smirking at his brother.

"Shut up."

"Or what you'll shoot me?"

"Don't tempt me."

"Sorry Don." Luca bows his head still smirking and Marc pulls his phone out.

Anna:

Marc laughs as he reads Anna's message. He thinks for a while before typing a reply.

Marcello:

His phone buzzes almost automatically.

Anna:

Marcello's lips tug up into a smile.

Marcello: