That worries me a little, because that hardness may turn against me if I falter. He will show no mercy.
No matter how much I tried, I was never truly able to understand my fiancé. I’ll have to find out the hard way.
“Ladies,” he greets with a brief nod. “Miss De Luca.” He takes my hand briefly. “Mrs. Graziela.”
I’m surprised when he doesn’t address her by her surname, as we formally and culturally do here. Her eyes lower, and her lips murmur a brief greeting.
“My son, any news of your ungrateful brother?”
“Yes. He will be delayed another week beyond what was planned. He’ll make a stop in Rome.”
“He’s doing this just to irritate me,” she grumbles. “Well then, leave us in peace. We have things to handle that are none of your concern,” she dismisses him with a smile, and he leaves with
