Chapter 85 - Chapter 85 - Il Principe

It was pretty early in the morning. I woke up to the reflection of the sun piercing the mirror from across my room, that was actually a reflection from the river underneath the house I was now living in. If you're interested, this was the second floor of a small jewelery business Esposito was doing, just on top of the Ponte Vecchio, a pretty famous bridge running above the River Arno, that cuts the city of Florence in two. Firenze, is what Esposito always tells me to say. I don't know why, I guess it's his pride in his homeland? Or because now I'm living here as well.