The death of my father forced me to grow into a man. My brothers all married well and took over the estates of their wives. I inherited my family’s palazzo complete with the catacombs housing my father’s wine collection. I was a wealthy man in my middle twenties. Find a wife and marry everyone said. One spring day I saw her, the most beautiful creature. Her laugh like music, I could not help myself and sought an introduction. Her name was Mary and she was new to the city. She knew of my wealth and we quickly became inseparable. Marriage was inevitable. One day Fortunato came knocking at my door and met Mary. I thought nothing of this. He became a frequent visitor to my villa. He seemed to amuse Mary; I still had an intense dislike
