Valentina De Luca
No matter how many masks a person can sustain, grief is the only one that refuses deception and reveals itself even through a smile.
Elegant, proud, and resembling a soul wandering freely, Graziela smiles often these days.
For two months, I have watched the moment she chose whether to surrender or bury that night so deeply it would never emerge again.
She buried it.
She covered her pain and buried her soul beneath it.
She pretends.
Her determination to make my wedding the most unforgettable event society has ever seen has kept me busy and left me with no opportunity to address any other aspect of my life.
For weeks now, every event has ceased to be about me and become about the unbearable grief she drags behind her like a corpse.
It wasn't only the loss of the ba
