Meeting my fiancé, as if everything were natural.
I take a deep breath and hold it when he approaches and falsely kisses my cheek in welcome.
“I’m looking forward to it, father. Don’t worry, because Fiamma will have nothing but praise at the end of the event. I am truly eager to see them again after so many years and, above all, to strengthen our ties, now that she will be my mother-in-law.” I feel Graziela’s gaze on me.
Her blonde hair, cut to medium length, makes her look older than she really is. She is shocked by my response, but I smile kindly, showing her that I accept our damned reality like no one else.
“Is something wrong, dear?” my father asks her. He swallows her with his severe gaze, a clear message that she should be less obvious in her apparent disagreement with arranged
