In a luxurious house with yellowish-white nuances with modern and luxurious furniture, a woman sits quietly on the balcony terrace to be precise on a chair while gazing at the cool morning atmosphere, far from her mood. It was Joey who had been restless all night thinking about Dante who didn't come home.
"Where is he? What he did last night was out there . . . did he get drunk again and fell asleep at the bar? Or maybe he slept at his parent's house?" Joey wondered, then tried to contact her in-law.
"Hello, Mom," said Joey when she was connected to her mother-in-law.
"Hello, Joey. You don't usually call so early in the morning," said Joey's mother-in-law over the phone sounding happy.
"Emm ..." Joey bent her face. ."Actually, I was wondering if Dante was staying there?"
"No, sweetheart. He's never here alone if he's not with you," replied Joey's mother-in-law.
