Pacing back and forth in Dr. Kimberly's room unaffected she proceeds to sip her coffee. Dr. Kimberly is in her mid 40's slight wrinkles forming near her eyes, forehead showing tension lines when she creases up her brows also the very best in her field throughout Italy.

Psychotherapy has always been considered a taboo in Italy, as Italians culture doesn't actively promote speaking out about your mental health. If you're physically healthy, you can work out you're mental health on your own.

Seeking help from friends and family members might help you in certain cases but it was always a topic of hush amongst the royalty since they firmly believed that psychologists were only useful in madness and apparently it stains your picture perfect image in a way.
One of the many reasons why our father was against psychotherapy for Piero's case even so in mine. It was solely my mother's constant efforts that made him reconsider but it was partially true because he didn't wish his future heir to the throne be driven to madness with time.

My visit to Dr. Kimberly was too risky yet one which was worth it since she's known to our history and also well aware of the kinds of remark that people might make our meeting was made very private away from where she usually meets her patients.

She folds her arm sitting cross legged placing her coffee down "You're giving me a headache darling, please do sit" she said, my movements coming to a halt. I know eventually I'll have to begin from somewhere but the space we sit in feels abnormal and agonizing.
I'm forced back to those days when sitting infront of her made my palms sweat my heart thumping hard inside my chest as if of any moment it'll rip my chest open.

I slowly pierce open my eyes watching her gaze on the couch that I dig my nails in immediately retreating my hands back on my lap,
"Does your father know about this?"
"No and I'd like to keep our sessions confidential. I'm no more that 9 year old girl who had her father monitor every step of hers"
"Why are we doing this then? It's been 9 years already" she looked rather concerned but what is more concerning is the truth which will soon unveil itself.
"I think something's wrong with the memories I have of that day" "There are things that doesn't make sense" my mind was a cloud of thoughts and feelings that I couldn't explain in plain words.

I further explained her of the current incidents that jerked up my self consciousness and of the kinds of theories that I've come up with. She listened all the way through the conversation penning down important points now and then.

Dr. Kimberly closes her notepad placing it on the side table she said "I need you to focus on yourself and get enough sleep. I'll consider a dive into your memories if that's what you want but for now I'd suggest you to go back home early before someone suspects" I nod at her words starting to leave.

I was on my way home when the phone buzzed in my purse getting a hold of it Luciano's name flashed on the screen as I picked it up at once,
"Heyy" smiling ear to ear I said.
"You're not home" he states
"Uh yes I'm out for coffee" hoping he takes up the lie.
"Where?" He fires back another question and I can feel the uneasiness slipping on me. I mean I ain't perfect at lies and the way he's cornering me makes it more difficult.

"Baker's street, why do you ask?"
"Nope not there, lie better Cicci" I immediately move my head sideways horrified.
"How the fuck would you know that" tension rises up my chest when I hear a chuckle from his side.
"Meet me at baker's street love" like that he hung up.

This utterly infuriating jerk. I wonder what made me fall for him.
His smile.
My head instantly contradicting my words. I mean partly yes and probably also the way he's just obnoxiously handsome which make my knees go weak but that doesn't mean he could boss around, Can't he? I want to slam my head on a wall today for real.

I enter the cafe and the fresh aroma of coffee beans hit my nose standing at the entrance for a while taking in the scent I look around for a seat. My eyes catches Luciano's where he sits well aware of the aura he spreads around walking upto him I take my seat.
The intensity with which he looks makes my stomach swarm with butterflies fixing my posture I look anywhere but him " Look at me Cicci" the throaty sound of his voice makes me feel all kinds of emotions, all at once.

I then decided to match his intense gaze and looked back at him with the same power he exudes with those eyes,
"What is it?"
"Where were you?" Coming straight to the point and as much as I wanted to lie to his sick ass he didn't really give me much time to cook one.

"I went for a stroll to the park" I could sense the shift in his emotions. He the crosses his arm sits back "Al better be quick with the truth." Picking the skin on my thumbs I look down anxiety taking over me Luciano closes off the distance as he reached out for my hands and placed it on the table still holding on to it.

He takes in a deep breath himself and said "Al I know where you were I just need you to say it. I don't want us to be those couples who share the good stuff and leave out the bad" his tone now much calmer "The problems of your past or your future are now mine. So don't try to shut me out like this when we could work it out together " the sincerity his words held cut me deep inside.

"I went to my therapist."
"Do you remember something" his question alarmed me so I tried to play along with it.
"Yes I do in bits and pieces."
"What did you see" his expressions changing, "Blood and gunshots kept blaring around me" I slip on the memories I heard Piero had of that night.

Luciano seemed to be on the edge all the while he further inquired "Anything else?"
His questions seemed to take me back "How do you know all about it" I question him back and I saw him contemplating fighting a battle against himself "It was all over the news of that day. A huge uproar of controversy about the abduction of the Medici kids that took place."

There still was something he quite missed out "How do you know I have no memories of that day?" He gave out a light chuckle as if expected to hear this question "Piero told me this morning when I went to your place" my mouth forming an O "And so that you lied again about your memories coming back" he stated obviously pissed.

"The question remains, why visit the therapist" he remarked "How about you tell me where did you get my information and I'll tell you all about it" smiling to myself for finding a loop hole to his enquiry "I have my ways Cicci" unmoving to show his cards "So I have my reasons as well" as we continued to stare each other beknownst to the eyes of the people around us.