Valentina De Luca
Lorenzo extends his hand toward me, and I pass my bouquet to Graziela, who is now standing beside my father.
My heart pounds wildly.
I know I am throwing myself into this marriage without restraints, and not even the storm brewing in his gaze can make me retreat.
On the contrary.
It challenges me.
And I accept.
Dante's hand tightens around mine, a subtle pressure that feels like a warning.
He places my hand into Lorenzo's, and like a valuable possession, my guardianship is transferred for the benefit of everyone involved.
His gaze lingers on me, dense and impossible to decipher.
I return his indifferent expression, because my focus here is definitely not the ceremony.
Everyone takes their seats.
The music fades.
Only Father Ludovico's tired voice remains, co
