Vivianne glanced at her husband, his brow furrowed. "Do you know him?"
"A former classmate," Beckett replied, but his gaze remained on Laurel's hand holding Vivianne's palm.
"Sorry, man. I didn’t know," Laurel chuckled, quickly releasing Vivianne. "Your girlfriend?"
Beckett raised his right hand to show their wedding ring, and Laurel's lips parted in surprise. "Damn! You’re married! I will report this to everyone later!"
"Maybe they already know. You’re just not watching the news," Beckett shrugged, placing a hand on Vivianne's waist as if asserting that she belonged to him and no one else could claim her.
Vivianne smiled slightly at that. Even though Laurel, the guy in front of them, was handsome, she would still choose Beckett.
"What are you doing here?" Beckett asked Laurel again.
"For fun, of course. Look, so many pretty girls are out here," Laurel grinned, and Vivianne realized he was a playboy but still had a somewhat intimidating aura. "But I should also ask you the same thing. Of all places, why did you choose Italy for your honeymoon? Is this because you grew up in Milan?"
Beckett didn't respond. 
Vivianne's mouth opened in surprise. She knew Beckett had some connection to Italy because it was the language he used the first time they spoke, but she didn't know he grew up in Milan.
"We’re only here for our honeymoon and nothing else," Beckett said, seemingly implying something to Laurel. Whatever it was, Vivianne wasn't aware of it. "We will go now."
Beckett was about to walk away with Vivianne following him, but he stopped when Laurel grabbed his clothes. Beckett paused in his stride and turned to Laurel.
Earlier, Laurel was grinning and seemed to be joking around, but now he looked extremely serious.
"Stai attento. [Be careful]," Laurel said before shifting his gaze to Vivianne. "Proteggila con tutte le tue forze. [Protect her with all your might.]"
Laurel left after saying that. Beckett and Vivianne both watched him go, but Vivianne had a puzzled look on her face. She noticed something.
"Was it just me or did he really curse at me?" Vivianne said, pointing to herself in disbelief. "I don't understand Italian, but there was something in his tone, like a threat."
"No. He didn’t curse you," Beckett replied.
"Then what was it?"
"Don’t mind him. Let’s go," Beckett answered before they continued walking.
Vivianne shrugged and looked around again. She didn't dwell on Laurel and what he said. She allowed herself to be happy on their last day in Italy... But it wasn't the same for Beckett.
"Are you okay?" Vivianne asked when they sat down on a bench. Her feet were tired from walking, and they had already explored everything. "You've been zoning out since we bumped into Laurel. What did he say—"
"How’s the event?" Beckett interrupted her question.
Vivianne blinked in surprise. "H-Huh?"
"The event… Did you like it?" Beckett asked her, and he smiled, unlike earlier when he was just staring into the distance, lost in thought.
Vivianne sighed internally. Because of Beckett's interruption, she knew he didn't want to talk about what happened earlier.
She smiled and pushed aside her doubts. "It was great. Really. Everyone looked stunning, and I rarely get to attend such events since..."
'We broke up,' Vivianne continued in her mind.
But even though she didn't say it, Beckett knew it was on her mind.
"We will go to the airport after three hours," Beckett said before looking at his wristwatch. "Since we still have some vacant time, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
Vivianne nodded. She was about to grab her phone when she remembered she left it in the drawer earlier. She borrowed Beckett's phone and searched there.
"Let’s go here." Vivianne showed her phone screen to her husband.
"A… Church?" Beckett furrowed his brow. "But why?"
"I want to! Is that bad?" Vivianne retorted.
Beckett chuckled slightly. "No. It’s just out of your character… But let’s go."
Beckett and Vivianne went there afterward. Vivianne even had a frown on her face because she remembered what her husband said earlier. She also didn't know why she found it so easy to express her emotions when it came to Beckett.
She wasn't like this when she was in the mafia. She was emotionless. Even in any circumstance, her face didn’t show any expression.
And she wasn't happy either.
But now, she couldn’t contain her joy as she stared at the church she wanted to visit.
Chiesa Del Santissimo Redentore.
“This is famous for wedding ceremonies,” Beckett said as he looked at Vivianne, his brow furrowed. “Why here? Are you planning to marry me again?”
“No.” Vivianne shook her head.
It was true that she wanted to marry Beckett again if they were given the chance, but that wasn't the main reason she wanted to go here.
“Then, why?” Beckett asked.
“I just want salvation,” Vivianne said as she looked at the cross in front of them. “I’m a sinner. I've turned my back on many things just to save my mom. I turned a blind eye and became someone I didn’t want to be for the sake of our safety… so I’m here to seek forgiveness.”
Vivianne closed her eyes and prayed, while Beckett remained standing, his hands in his pockets, and his gaze fixed on the cross. That's all he did until Vivianne opened her eyes again and looked at him.
“How about you? Did you also pray for salvation?” Vivianne asked, their hands still close together.
“It’s impossible for someone like me to be given one.” Beckett smiled sadly. “So instead of praying for mine, I’ll just help you get yours… and that’s the way I could be saved, too.”
They stayed in the church for a moment because they still needed to fix themselves and commute to the airport. They made it to the plane on time. Their bodies were tired from all the places they visited, but their hearts were filled with joy.
Nevertheless, Beckett couldn’t help but remember what Laurel said to him. It bothered him suddenly. It seemed like Laurel was trying to convey something, but he didn’t know what it was.
He looked at Vivianne, who was sleeping peacefully now. She was asleep, but the happiness was still evident in her expression. She even chuckled softly, as if she were dreaming.
Beckett couldn’t help but smile. When Vivianne is happy, he is happy too… And he won’t let anyone ruin his wife’s happiness, whoever they may be.
A day later, the plane landed in their country. No reporter was waiting for them, which made Vivianne furrowed her brow.
“I know they don’t bother artists and other celebrities in Italy, but it’s different here in our country…” Vivianne said as she looked around. “So where are the reporters?”
“Fiona took care of it, that’s why no one will interrupt us as we leave this airport,” Beckett replied, adjusting his hat. They were still in disguise. “Anyway, my car’s outside. We’ll go to the Allamino Mansion.”
Vivianne looked at him, surprised by what he said. “You don’t need to drive me home. I can just get a ride—”
“Who told you that I’m just going to accompany you home?” Beckett interrupted her.
“Huh?” Vivianne asked, her expression now filled with curiosity.
Beckett looked at Vivianne intently and said, “You’re taking all your necessities in that mansion, and you’re coming with me.”