I fall asleep dreaming of azure and torquoise waters swirling onto a golden beach. I picture Capri as a quaint village filled with tiny stoned paths overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea. The locals sit closer to eachother than Americans. They talk slower, smile more, touch more. The walk in leisure. They live slower. I see a market, I see a cathedral, I see huge cliffs and I can see the ocean again. I see a shadow appear on the cliffs edge. Its form opens and unfolds its wings around my shadow.

I wake up and then look around. I peek out the window rubbing my eyes. Everyone is now awake and alert. The captain, my captain announces our arrival. Harley claps her hands and giggles. I can see the ocean just at the break of dawn melting into crystal blue Italian water. Slowly land masses begin to emerge and rooftops begin to form. I can make out parcels of land for farming in geometric shapes and colors. Tiny villages emerge with terra-cotta roofs hugging the rocks defying gravity like a skilled mountain goat. Small beaches form in the depths and small boats begin to dot the waters edge.

The plane lands without even a thump. A text book perfect landing by Mr. Perfect himself. We grab our belingings and head to the exit. I tell Ivy I will be a few minutes and to hold the cab. I get to the door and face the blonde curvacious stewardess. I tell her to move as I knock on the captains door. She gives me an eye roll and says the Captain is not to be disturbed. I go to place my hand on her mouthy mouth when I hear a "Selina don't!" I stare at the handsome captain and flanking his left is a young co-pilot smiling saying "signorina!"

Bruce introduces the man as his co-pilot and intoduces his wife the Maxim girl. I bite my lip as Bruce chuckles. The two Italians hug eachother and walk out the exit door.

"Selina, will you ever trust me?" he implores.
"I only trust myself I say sourly. "You ruined that naive and silly part of me not so long ago."
He gently took my hand and kissed it.

"I will be staying at the Villa Malaparte. It is on the eastern end of the island on Punto Mussoluno if you wish to meet me tonight."
He point to the harbor at a Catalina knowing I have exceptional vision. The craft said "cats" on the starboard with two green cat eyes on each side. I smile.

"We will see." I said snatching back my hand.
I step out onto the metal platform taking in the salt air. I spot the two young Italian lovers embracing in the distance at the waters edge and my heart starts to hurt. The wind blows my hair to the side and I almost lose my footing. A strong hand grabs my waist. I turn around to face him. We are now eye to eye. A churning starts deep in my stomach. The churning I know isn't jitters, wasn't the flight, it is...
our...

daughter.

I touched my lips with one finger and then pressed them to his.

Could he know? Did he know?

I looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes for the answer I sought.

I gulped hoping to tell him right here and now but I just couldn't speak at all.

I turned then scurried down the metal stairs with a sense of worry, a heavy weight of the unknown.