Three days ago, I officially became a part of the Calabresi family, and soon I’ll be married to Renato Calabresi. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the new clothes I’d bought for the dinner his mother was throwing for our engagement. Funny to be engaged and no ring on my finger or proposal. Adelina was determined to get us comfortable here, and I appreciated how she didn’t hover over me, but I wished I didn’t have to marry someone that hated me.
The door to my guest room opened, and Renato stood there and watched me.
“I thought you had work to do.”
I padded to the bed, laying the dress on top.
“Where’s my son?”
I scoffed at his statement of “my son” now he became overbearing and wanted to know everything about RJ. I understood the part I played, but Renato wasn’t the sanest
