I never believed in coincidences—especially in the one I wished for in faraway childhood, that it would come true in old age. Who would say something like that to me? I’d laugh in their face… But the wish came true thanks to a whole chain of circumstances, and now my soul is in another body, in another world, in sunny hot Italy—though only medieval. And I have a husband: mysterious, always gloomy, a scorching dark-haired man. Plus a pile of debts—not mine, but my husband’s family’s. But now I’m part of his family, aren’t I? So I can’t stay on the sidelines. Well then, where didn’t our problem go? Many thanks to everyone who lights up the stars and leaves comments!)