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Which hy I was surprised neitherMarco to ask a barrage of questions, subtly threatening hierous Thatand anything he could to inti afraid of him

If anyone was asking barbed, bordering on hostile questions, it wasdinner Who had always been more critical of Cristian, of our relationship, who eventually cauuments were mediated and resolved by my father, anted peace in his household, always

Although I adored th and dedication to our faot ho a ring that promised forever I actively avoided her, in fact We were not close like a lot of girls in my school ith their mothers, but she still would’ve knohat happened Would’ve seen what had changed in ht in a secret and precious place withoutit with disapproval Luckily, she was busy arranging the party and was out running errands when I got home

I’d been nervously staring at h Maht pink with long lace sleeves and a hem that brushed aged to be married, I didn’t fit in that dress anye, feed on the bed I certainly was past the point of having my mother pick out pretty, expensive dresses with full skirts that see else

I was a woman noanted to look sexy The proble that could be considered sexy Sure, I had jeans and cropped tops that all the girls wore to school, that Mao liquid and his hands roam all over my body, but those weren’t exactly suitable for the party

“Don’t tella fashion crisis, luce dei h the open door of my bedroom

He was dressed, as always, in a black dress shirt, slacks and a tie The tie was red The story was ift before they were even married, and he’d vowed to wear one every day of his life There was usually a suit jacket that ith his unifor over the back of his office chair where he worked most of the day I wondered if he knew that today was the day Cristian would’ve told hi My father was a sether as to where I was last night, on hteenth birthday

I tried to stay calht of the sht and nervous as I turned to him His eyes flickered to the dress on my bed

“Ah, I think youyour mother pick dresses for you, no?” he asked, voice soft and even, like always

“I think so,” I agreed, htly shaky

My father looked at aze

For soot about the weight on er, about what this situation really was I was drinking tea with ain

“You ht on your hands, luce dei mie occhi,” he said, his voice thick “Because I don’t think yourdress”

I blinked atback my tears “What?”

“Your wedding dress, ainst your n the checks, walk you down the aisle and irl is happy and safe”

He walked forward so he could brush a hair out ofon listened

“Are you happy, cuore mio?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it