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Sapienza in real life was nothing like seeing it through the grainy footage of CCTV and other hackable cameras, Diana realised the moment the ruins behind Villa Caruso came into view. She held onto her wide-brimmed hat, its ribbons fluttering in the wind. 47 had rented the fastest yacht he could find, to keep up his public image. Tobias Rieper was a man who had money and who had no issue spending it on things he enjoyed – and now that he had gotten married to a Swiss socialite, he most enjoyed spending it on her.
The socialite in question was Mrs. Adeline Rieper-Schröder, or, at least, that was what Diana's very fake passport in her very real vintage Hermès handbag said her name was. Everything about her personage was made-up – everything but the ring on her finger. It was a simple gold band with nothing but a tiny inscription of three years in it: the year they met, the year she had finished destroying Providence, and the they had given each other their year rings, on the very top of Table Mountain. No pastor, no officiant, no actual formalities or registration that could be hacked or stolen. Just the two of them, inches from the skies, whispering promises. they already knew. 47 normally kept his on a chain around his neck, but when he had helped her on board this morning, Diana had spotted it on his finger.
Getting up from her seat, Diana made her way into the wheelhouse. 47 didn't turn his head to face her, too focused on his approach of the Sapienza harbour.
"Hello darling," Diana spoke quietly, coming to stand next to him. His sunglasses were perched on top of his head, no longer needed now that the sun had set quite some time ago. 47 kissed her cheek.
"Feeling better?" he asked. Diana smiled.
"Yes. It seems a nap and some fresh air were all I needed to combat the jet lag." There was still a hint of exhaustion in the back of her mind, but it was far better than two hours earlier.
"You flew in from Montréal, I've been in Copenhagen." Diana hummed in agreement. 47 didn't need many words to express himself, and Diana considered herself an expert at reading between his lines. She had been condemned to a red-eye flight while he had been in this timezone for the past seven weeks, if she wasn't mistaken.
"I'm happy to be here," she replied. 47 dropped his left hand from the helm: a silent invitation. Diana fit perfectly into his side, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back.
"We should be docked within the next fifteen minutes," 47, always the pragmatic, told her. "What would you like to do afterwards? Sleep some more?"
"What do you want to do? Don't you need to take a look at the security level on-site?" Diana asked. "I can entertain myself, my love."
"I can do that in the morning, after you've settled in and are comfortable," 47 replied. "With Villa Caruso as our accommodation, the rest of the centre shouldn't be too difficult to canvas."
"I still can't believe Caruso's estate turned the villa into an AirBnB ," Diana murmured. "Although I appreciate not having to stay at the old ICA safehouse apartment. It never looked too comfortable through the footage." Still, there was something appealing about the idea of joining 47 at his old safehouse. Perhaps they could stay there for just one night sometime, curled up together on the small bed.
"How about we first get our luggage to the villa, and then we'll see whether you still have the energy to do anything," 47 suggested. Diana nodded.
It was quiet when 47 and Diana disembarked, both pulling their suitcases behind them as Sapienza was illuminated only by the moon and the sparse streetlights. 47 had offered to take hers as well, but Diana preferred handling her own luggage so they both had one free hand to hold each other's with.
Growing up, her ideal future had been filled with revenge and regaining the upper hand, with anger and sorrow. It was funny how life worked. Here she was, walking up to a large Italian villa in the middle of the night, flanked by objectively the most dangerous man in the world, and she felt completely safe and at ease. She felt hopeful.
She felt happy.
And she felt that he felt it too.