I didn't dress appropriately for dinner despite our honored guests.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a woman about to attend her sentencing. I knew the ropes. This wasn't the first time I'd had this conversation. Eleven years ago, I'd taken the news of my impending nuptials like the proper young Italian woman I'd been raised to be. Clenching my jaw, I peered into my hazel eyes. Twenty-four hours ago, they'd been filled with optimism for the future. Now they looked back at me with a blank stare, no longer filled with hope but void of emotion. If I let emotion take hold, I wouldn't be able to go on with this dinner.
Straightening my shoulders, I exhaled.
That proper girl no longer existed.
That well-bred obedience had been r***d and beaten out of me. On the night of my weddi
