“Don’t be stupid, Arturo,” she snaps, unable to control him.
“That’s not stupidity. She is—”
“That’s enough, Arturo. Respect your sister-in-law.”
“Lorenzo,” my father announces, greeting me with a hand on my shoulder. “Your brother is right.”
“Salvatore, I will not allow you to think so poorly of Valentina. She—”
“Calm down, my dear. I’m not saying she is like Siena, but that Giácomo is a widower and sees such beauty. For a man like him, a girl like her is desirable. And you, boy, have avoided this marriage long enough. We are family, and it is inconceivable not to know your fiancée.”
“I’ve been busy. And I already said you’ll have grandchildren. Relax. Father, do you think he would dare…?” I grow suspicious, because the matter would imply a direct affront, and Giácomo would have to
