A gardener.
Mauro's POV
I left the event feeling deeply upset and furious. Just moments ago, I had married someone who was barely more than a child. I had expected her to be more mature, more of a woman. How could my grandfather have arranged this? I swear, he will pay for this—I will make sure of it.
I left the house after abandoning my newlywed wife and headed back to the estate where the wedding party had been held. I had to make an appearance, despite my distaste for it. The excuse for our abrupt departure would be that "my beloved wife" was feeling unwell, a reason that seemed to satisfy everyone.
“Stop drinking like that, Mauro, or you'll end up completely drunk. You’re not the type to handle this much alcohol.”
"Can’t you see I’m happy? I just married the love of my life," I re
