Luciano
As it turns out, weddings are horrible. If I were Italy this would be big affair, and if everything wasn't perfect I'd practically be flayed.
"Everything has to be perfect."
She smiles so wide, my stress melts away.
"Okay, honeymoon?"
I bite my lip. It would be a miracle if there wasn't a shoot out at the wedding, let alone us leaving the country.
"What's with that face?"
"Baby, I—"
I look at her, the hope on her face can't be faked. Well it can but...it's not...leave the hell alone!
"I will make it happen. Pick a place on the map and we will go."
She squeals and jumps on me, peppering my face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Lucy! You're the best! I—"
Time stands still. She won't say it, she doesn't feel it. Heat of the moment, I know that.
I just have to
