Epilogue
9 months later
My wedding dress is nothing I dreamt of from the time I was a little girl imagining my big day. But I had already married in a frothy confection once and I am not a child anymore.
I had been hesitant to buy a wedding dress. Hell, I was hesitant to have a wedding ceremony. I was hesitant about the act itself.
But Paola insisted that I should pick out a dreamy dress. Her sons deserved as much and, as she rightly pointed out to me, her sons hadn’t married yet, and they would want to see me all decked out.
So, she and I have taken a trip to Palermo, just the two of us, much to my men’s displeasure. We have shopped for an entire day and returned with bags aplenty. And to their surprise, without a dress.
Since the attack, they have been overwhelmingly prote
