Alice
“Alice”
I slipped into the chair Steffano had pulled out for me and nodded my thanks, taking another bite of my third pretzel of the day.
I had a problem and I was the first to admit it but I just couldn’t seem to get enough.
“Alice can you put the pretzel down , this is the best Italian deli in the city” Steffano had been the perfect tour guide, funny, courteous and a gentleman yet I couldn’t get my mind off the way my husbands face had fallen as I held that beautiful dress to me this morning.
“Scared I won’t get into my dress” I took another bite, chewing slowly. “ I don’t think Luca will mind, I don’t think I have seen him so disgusted in my life” I had been saying similar for the last five hours. A childish attempt to get some information from Steffano. I had been failing ,
