"I'm not ready."
"What?"
"I can't see Noelle today."
Theodore sighed. "Delilah, you knew this was coming. I told you from the beginning—the whole point of this marriage is because of her."
"Okay, well, communication was one of your rules for this marriage, and I’m communicating to you right now that I will not be seeing her today. I am not mentally ready for that."
Theodore studied me for a moment before pulling out his phone and barking out instructions in rapid Italian. Then, he hung up and turned back to me.
"Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took my hand in his and led me toward the front door.
"Theo," his Nonna called out, "Dove credi di andare?"
"You can't leave now," his aunt Alessandra added, appearing out of nowhere with her sister and two da
