Luciana POV
I stare out the window as the car lurches forward. I try to ignore the hushed conversation that is happening between my mother and Marie. "Luciana, are you alright sweetheart," my mother asks. I turn forcing a reassuring smile on my face. I knew I shouldn't allow myself to think of my marriage to Enzo as real, but like the romantic I am, I did. "I'm fine, mama." "I'm so sorry, Luciana. I have no idea what the boy was thinking. I promise my husband will deal with him," Marie says.
"No, it's not necessary. I don't want a husband that has to be forced to be faithful by his father." She reaches out, taking my hand in hers. I expect her to beg me to reconsider, but instead she simply nods. After we drop Marie off, my mother pulls me to her side and plays with my hair like she did
