Lorenzo Vitale
I adjust my tie as I prepare for dinner at some elegant restaurant chosen by my mother, reflecting on this final night of bachelorhood while trying to forget Arturo's version of a bachelor party.
My brother is insane.
I head downstairs and find my father holding a cigar, laughing at my mother's hysteria over a misplaced piece of silverware.
He always finds amusement in the most trivial things.
“Buonasera.”
We exchange greetings, and as always, his eyes drift toward my hand, where the family ring rests.
I don't usually wear it.
From now on, I will.
“Have you seen your new house yet?”
“I plan to see it with Valentina and without my mother present. She hasn't taken the idea of us living separately very well.”
“It's literally five minutes from here. I truly don't unde
