The Tennis Teacher Don Vito’s voice shook Monica. “This way, please! Don’t be shy! My house is your house.” Monica followed him up the stairs until the large beautiful terrace. “Hope you like Sicilian cuisine, Monica. I’ve asked my chef to prepare his delicious cannoli and granite with brioche.» Monica gave a look at the long table that overlooked the amazing greenery. A boy and a girl were chatting on the right and gave the impression to be very close to each other. “Salvatore, come here please!” Don Vito shouted excited moving very quickly. “I want to introduce you Monica. Isn’t she beautiful?” Salvatore took her hand and kissed it as a real gentleman. “My pleasure.” He smiled, accompanying her to the table. “Sorry for my father. Sometimes he is too brash, but it’s only his Sicilian nature.” Monica reassured him with a nod of her head while she was sitting. “And this is Concetta, my...” “Tennis teacher.” Don Vito interrupted Salvatore’s speech. Servants began to pour coffee in the cups and serve it with the sweets. “Can you play tennis, Monica?” Concetta asked sharply. “Only football.” She replied. “Great! Football is the soul of Italy. You can’t say that you are Italian if you don’t play football.” Don Vito said. “Salvatore is a good player, too. You can play together, can’t you? “ His son nodded while he was biting a piece of cannolo. Monica smelled the aroma of candied fruit. It seemed fantastic. “So what are you waiting then? Salvatore stand up and show Monica our park.“ Don Vito turned to Monica. “We’ve got an amazing football field.” He confessed. “Some years ago I still played so good, but now I’m too old and my back is actually fused to this chair.” He laughed. Salvatore and Monica were forced to visit the park. The tennis teacher wanted to follow them, but Don Vito grabbed her wrist. “They need to stay alone!” He ordered, ignoring the disgusting expression in her face. Her jealous look followed from the terrace, thinking of something evil.