Giuseppe
I feel her murderous smile toward my mother. I smile a bit unsteadily, pull her close.
"Calm down. No own will take you from me."
She leans in my shoulder. It's best to get her out of here. I can't have her getting jealous over my mother.
"Actually, I'm not feeling well," I lament.
My father narrowed his eyes, knowing he's supposed to back me up.
"It's alright if you go home a little early. We'll see more of your fiancée."
Mom's eyes darting between us. "Yes. Get home. I trust Ms. Desiree will take care of you."
Desiree helps me up, aiding me out the door. I say goodbye hurriedly.
"Oh darling," She coos as we get outside. "You didn't have to drag me away from your mother."
I smile. "I know. But we have a wedding to plan. Don't we?"
She kisses my face. "Of course. Home,
