Elena was glad for the darkness—she didn't want Massimo to see how startled she was by his question.
"What?" she asked, as calmly as she could. "Could you repeat that?"
"What would you want your wedding to be like?" Massimo asked once more. The question didn't make any more sense the second time.
"Why?" Elena asked.
Elena heard Massimo shift in his own bed. Was he turning away from her or towards her? Elena didn't dare roll over and find out.
"I just want Gavino's wedding to be nice," Massimo replied.
Elena wanted to melt into a puddle. Of course that's what he wanted to know! Elena didn't know why her heart was beating so fast for—Massimo was just being odd with his words again.
Elena rolled over. Massimo was indeed looking back at her.
"Wouldn't it be better to take inspiration f
