Page 117 of La Dolce Vita

"Gio, about the doctor. I forgot to tell you. With so much going on it slipped my mind."

Lorenzo looked up, and so did Giovanni. Nico walked in and sat in the chair near the window. Dominic gave a sly smile and shook his head as if he were about to tell a joke. "The doctor, she sort of looks like Fabiana."

"Huh?" Lorenzo asked.

Giovanni frowned. "Sort of? What does that mean?"

"It's weird. She has red hair and her eyes, her smile... it’s her mannerisms," Dominic started.

"Many women have red hair and smile," Lorenzo scoffed.

"You have to see her. She could be a relative they look so much alike."

"And you wait to tell me now?" Giovanni asked.

"With everything going on it slipped my mind," Dominic said.

"How the fuck would a detail like that slip your mind?" Giovanni asked. "My wife's therapist looks like her dead friend who she needs therapy for? How does that slip your mind?"

"Gio?" Mirabella said from the door.

He glanced over to Mirabella. She smiled at him. "The doctor is here. Let's go."

"Bella, maybe we should cancel the meeting today," he said and pushed back from the desk.

"No. She's here. Let's at least meet with her. Come..." Mirabella extended her hand. Giovanni approached his wife and kissed her hand, and then her cheek. He wasn't sure what to expect. He hated being caught off guard. They walked down the hall with Mirabella telling him of the latest thing his daughter had done. He listened and smiled, thinking that Eve was more like him than his sons.

A woman waited for them on the terrace. Her back was to them, and even from the back, her vibrant red hair and body shape reminded him of Fabiana. He glanced down at his wife to see if she had the same impression. She didn't at first. When the doctor turned and smiled at them Mirabella's hand fell from his. His wife’s face registered both shock and disbelief. Dominic was wrong. This woman held more than a mere resemblance. She embodied everything he could summon from memory about Fabiana physically, including her eyes.

"Ciao, mi chiamo Dr. Sera Marchetti. So nice to meet you both." The doctor said and extended her hand.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Mirabella asked her husband. "Did you do this?"

"I... I didn't know, Bella. I swear," he said.

"Is something wrong?" the doctor asked.

"Are you kidding? This is cruel, Gio. Cruel!" Mirabella turned on her heel and stormed off. The doctor looked on, alarmed. Giovanni had no choice but to go after his wife. He caught her in the kitchen by the arm.

"Why did you do this?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"Bella, look at me. I didn't know she looked like Fabiana. Domi just told me when you walked in. I hadn't met the woman. Had I? How would I know?"

"So Domi did this to me? On purpose?"

"I'll send her away. I'm sorry."

"I'm so embarrassed. She looks just like her!" Mirabella paced. "I feel like someone just stabbed me in the heart all over again. How could she look just like her? That can't be a coincidence. Do you think it’s Isabella?"

"Isabella?" Giovanni frowned.

"She could have sent her. Sent her here to make me crazy. To kill me."

"Mirabella... what are you saying..."

"Maybe it's Kei. Maybe he isn't dead. Maybe he sent her..."

"Kei is dead."

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