It is a woman who writes. She recounts the last hours of consciousness of her man. Leaving nothing out, she describes the moments prior to an incident, particularly her bitter loneliness. These reflections recorded in a diary have a very clear purpose. In a succession of memories, Beatrise gives out precious information. She claims to be a foreigner, confesses to love Italy, and hints at how important this man was in her life. She does this by averring that she was his lover, his childhood friend, and hinting at certainly having been much more. She writes of having had a child with Marco, but also of being the stepmother of his son, a young man with whom she falls in love and who will soon enter the world of adolescence, the fruit of Marco's and Marianne's marriage. Marco was a correspondent for a famous magazine in Britain; Marianne teaches cello at a prestigious college in London, while Beatrise is a woman behind schedule, still in school, and she must work very hard to make ends meet. Theirs has been a troublesome love triangle, an exciting and dangerous game that laid bare human vulnerabilities, but also a golden opportunity to achieve love.