Rosalia
The wedding planner is droning on about something in the background, pushing fabric samples and pictures of iced cakes towards me, but I can’t focus on any of it. I know I’m supposed to make decisions—supposed to have an opinion, but I can’t bring myself to care. It’s been a whirlwind since the contract was signed, and all I want is for it to come to an end.
I can tell Angelo is trying to make up for my ‘disappointment’ about how he intends for our marriage to play out, as he describes it once, and I don’t know how to tell him that it’s more than disappointment. It’s the strangest kind of heartbreak I can imagine feeling because, on the one hand, Angelo agreeing to marry me is everything I wanted. But not likethis.
I wanted a real marriage. Not this half-thing that he’s proposin
