The car carrying Gina and Massimo stopped in Massimo's large yard where there were lots of statues of women in the style of ancient Greek goddesses carrying jugs, looking luxurious and elegant.
Gina, who had not spoken since leaving the hospital, was still sitting in her last position leaning against the back of the chair, her back to Massimo staring at the window pane on her right.
"We're here, Gina." Massimo spoke softly as he touched Gina's shoulder, something Massimo had never done to any other woman in his life.
Silence.
There was no answer, the impatient Massimo finally chose to grab Gina's shoulders harder to turn her back on him. But what Massimo did actually made Gina fall backwards because it turned out that Gina was sleeping, Massimo who didn't know that Gina was sleeping managed to hold the girl's body.
"Need help, sir?" Martin asked quickly.
Massimo shook his head. "No, I can carry her myself. You'd better hold the door."
