Matteo would find me and demand answers. Like a child hiding in her mother’s skirt, I closed my eyes in the hopes that if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. I’d have to face the issues in a handful of hours, but in the meantime, I wasn’t ready. Of course, my avoidance of the situation was its own source of frustration. Maria Genovese didn’t cower, but that was exactly what I was doing. Regardless, my efforts were futile. Matteo was giving me until the count of ten, and then there would be no escape. *** St. Andrew’s Catholic Church was situated on the northern shore of the Hamptons and only seated about fifty people. It was the one part of my wedding I had insisted upon, aside from the abolition of white. We couldn’t have the ceremony on Staten Island, then have people drive all the w
