Chapter II

The year was 1846 and Verano's baby girl who he named Verbena Angelina Casanova was a darling baby with exquisite features. Soft, curly hair, big beautiful green eyes and seemingly perfect olive skin.

Pa had moved down to the southside of Italy to keep his baby in the warm as opposed to the mountainous range in the north. He only had his baby for a few days, and he loved her so much for being that unpossessed lover in his life.

Moreover Pa had forgotten about the evil woman who bore the girl to him. He had forgotten just how and why he concieved with her. Only the joy of his precious newborn, Verbena, would keep him in high spirits.

About 2 months later in early February, Pa became so weak from taking extra care of his girl that he had nearly lost his her.

On one Sunday afternoon, Pa had accompanied himself to a peaceful harp orchestratral play. His money was not enough to have him enter, so he remained outside holding on fastly to precious Verbena. The orchestra was so pleasing to Papi that he fell asleep and lost sight of everything–including his baby girl.

Upon awakening, Casanova woke in panic.

"Dove? Where is my baby? Where is my girl?" shouted he.

Casanova managed to get off the gritty cement and back to his aching feet. Looking around, he found no one. Disappointed, Pa grunted and stomped his way around the gated music hall. At an instant, his red glow appeared on his left arm and he had figured that he would end up being badly beaten. But instead, as Verano marched towards an olive tree to escape the unknown, he saw his pretty 2 month old Verbena sitting so docile in a makeshift cradle. Pa kneeled down and gently touched the girl, a stream of tears falling onto her hand.

"Baby, what do you have here?" questioned the confused Pa.

Verano noticed a small notecard tucked underneath his baby's dress. He pulled it out and it read:

Feel no more sorrow. Leave Italy, Casanova. You and your healthy girl.We have enclosed a sum of $3k and an entrance pass to United States.Flee now or risk losing your child. Only one warning we have for you: by the time your daughter hits age 20 she will fall in love with a musical producer and the city will fall into envy and will try to kill you, Verano, for allowing your daughter to romance him. Your child will too feel sick because of the way the harsh city talks and will poison herself to her death.Dear Casanova, you only have twenty years with your baby–make them well. Fair Travels, UnknownPapi Casanova knew that precaution is real so he decided to heed the warning and walk steadfast with her daughter. Afraid of course he was to let her die in 20 years, but still he would do everything he could manage to do in the meantime.