Luciana POV
"Now that it's just the two of us sweetheart, how are things going? I thought I felt some tension when you and Enzo arrived." I offer her a reassuring smile. "We are doing fine, Marie. We both know that an arranged marriage isn't for the weak." "Truer words were never spoken," she says. "Excuse me for one minute while I text my guard." "Of course, sweetheart," she says, going back to her sauce.
I send a quick text to Herbito about using his skills to find out exactly what's being talked about in Marco's office. I quickly shove it back in my pocket and move to help Maria plate the food. She reminds me so much of my mother. I think about the differences between her and my mother's marriage. I can't imagine the things she has endured being married to Marco Caruso. My phone ding
