Chapter 50 Up To Something Stupid

• Vincenzo's car glided smoothly through the busy city streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine accompanying the soft music playing on the radio. The midday sun cast warm rays on his face as he drove towards Central Park, he was going to spend hours of his time with Freya there.
• When they finally reached the park, Vincenzo parked the car in a shaded spot, and they strolled hand in hand towards a secluded corner where a bench awaited them. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children filled the air as they settled down, sitting close to each other.
• Vincenzo wrapped his arm around Freya's shoulders, and they shared an affectionate smile. As they talked, their voices carried with the gentle breeze, a sweet symphony of happiness.