We spend the day buried beneath beauty treatments, massages, and God knows how many other things that make absolutely no sense for an engagement party. I already sense the wedding day will be chaos, because Fiamma is an endless source of energy when it comes to her children’s lives.
“Dear, what is that?” she asks suddenly, pointing at my neck before I even realize what she means. The bruises I got fighting my father’s soldiers have already faded. I can’t remember any others until I look at my mother-in-law and see her shaking her head at me, her expression deadly serious.
“What?” I ask, taking a mirror and staring at the purple mark her beloved son left on me. “That, well…”
It is painfully embarrassing to talk about this in front of everyone, and I freeze for a second.
“Come with me.”
