Luciana POV
It's been two days since I saw Enzo with his blonde bimbo. I hate that I miss him. I miss talking to him even though it's only been a little over two weeks since I learned he was to be my husband. A knock on my bedroom door brings me out of my thoughts. The person on the other side doesn't wait for a response. When the door opens, my mother steps inside, offering me a soft smile.
She crosses the room and toes off her high heels. Despite looking like the Donna she is, she climbs into bed next to me like she did when I was a child. I lay my head on her chest, and she runs her fingers through my hair. "Tesoro, how are you feeling?" "I'm fine, mama. It's not like we were deeply in love." "Oh, principessa you can't lie to me. I know you are angry and hurt. Even if you weren't in
