Villa Loi is, without a shadow of a doubt, a fundamental character of this story.

And, like any self-respecting heroine, she has a story that she carries with her and that pushes to come out of the pages, despite the author's diligent intention to keep her on the bridle.

Erected in a magical point of the Posillipo hill and often confused with its antagonist, whose brute and hasty ways it has never shared, villa Loi has hosted illustrious characters for a long time but, not having a simple character, it has often been a victim of long periods of neglect.

That absence, however, never made it dilapidated.

The plaster of its walls has always been regularly refreshed, the rust of its gates removed, the hedge and the gardens meticulously cared for, the furniture protected from the wear and tear of time and the windows wide open regularly so that the sun and the salty air could have could invade the environments and saturate them.

Yet all this did not interest Villa Loi.

It could have become covered with cracks. Tolerate that his beautiful face was attacked and devoured by poisonous climbing plants. Even resigning oneself to the dark, in order to absorb the happiness of the people he would have liked to welcome, live their time, share their emotions and protect them with his embrace.

But it never had a simple character, Villa Loi. This touches to reiterate it.

And in the 1930s he has repeatedly, with arrogant insolence, forced guests of various aspects and contrasting natures to abandon his environments, allowing them even just one night to then put them on the run.

Proud, therefore, of her abilities, she then waited while meditating in silence.

Immediately after the end of the Second World War, in the timeline of globalization, two young couples of modest extraction, with the permission of the illustrious owner, lived in it for long enough to allow a fruitful dialogue to be established between them. at the same time pretentious.

For who knows what obscure, incomprehensible reason, one of the two couples, expecting a child, was not liked by Villa Loi, while the other did.

While Naples was approaching with difficulty a reconstruction that would have been long and troubled, our people enjoyed the sunsets of Posillipo, the baths in the crystalline sea of the bay of Trentaremi, almost incredulous for that unexpected luck, while observing bizarre events around them, it seems out of the ordinary.

The poorly tolerated couple found themselves involved in unpleasant events such as increasingly frequent and invasive domestic accidents but persisted in not wanting to leave that privileged home, already aware that never again in life could they experience such happiness.

Meanwhile, the man of the well-liked couple found money and precious objects and his young wife, of a sensitive but at the same time strong and resolute character, found herself more and more often facing situations that were not compatible with reason.

As when she was left alone in the house, while the storm was raging outside and, reading a book by the light of a candle, a spiteful breath behind her repeatedly put out the flame, to attract her attention.

Or as when half asleep on a sofa in the main hall, a dark shape presented itself to his view in the form of a friar with a hunched back, with his face hidden by his hood. This turned to her just long enough to show him a mocking smile, then disappeared.

Despite the continuous and exhausting dreams, in which the threats focused on the new life that was growing in the womb of the pregnant young woman, both couples continued to be convinced of their will to stay and dwell within those walls.

And everything lasted, through ups and downs, until that stay ended in the tragic epilogue of abortion.

Fatal event for which medicine would certainly have found a reason but which would have brought Villa Loi back to its hated and deserved abandonment.