Valentina De Luca
I am absolutely certain I'm on the verge of a heart attack.
Anxiety? Maybe.
But the stress that comes with all the responsibilities of a wedding is, by far, my biggest problem.
Women rush around in every direction while I sit here thinking of a thousand reasons to run away.
It would be a good idea.
I can only think about that as I watch my mother-in-law change my hairstyle for the fifth time alongside an incredibly patient stylist.
I imagine myself running through the gardens of the immense Vitale Estate, where I'm getting married today, grabbing Siena's hand and escaping all this madness.
People would probably assume we're in love, and honestly, that would be legendary.
“What are you laughing about, my dear?” Fiamma asks, drawing my attention when I laugh at my
