With ordinary people, this might have been a beautiful father-daughter conversation.
But I'm dealing with my own personal demon.
“All right. I'm going to find Lorenzo and the boys now. My dear, if you need anything, call me,” Fiamma says, saying goodbye one last time. “I'm grateful it's you who will become my daughter-in-law, and that you understand how deeply I care about this union. I know you'll bring good fortune to our family, my dear. Nothing can take you away from your destiny. I entrust my Lorenzo to you with complete confidence.”
She kisses my forehead, but I'm far too anxious to respond.
I watch her leave with Graziela and Siena, along with my brothers, who have been far too quiet.
I don't need to be a fortune teller to know what's about to happen.
“At last, we've done it!”
