The whole drive to the shopping center, GreenLee was quiet. She stared out the window, lost in thought. A few minutes from the Plaza, I couldn’t take it anymore—I needed to touch her. I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh. She looked at me and smiled.
God, that smile. It takes all the pain away.
“What are you thinking about, bambina?”
“If your family will approve of me.”
“They’ll love you. You’re strong, beautiful, independent.”
She giggled, shaking her head.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.
“You say all the right things. I just hope you mean them.”
“I do, bambina.” She gave me a concerned look.
“I’ll never lie to you, GreenLee.” I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“I want to believe you. I do. It’s just…”
“What, sweetheart?”
“Trus
