Emma
Italian weddings are more for the people than the couple, or that's my summary of today anyway.
I've stood beside Luca all evening as people ate and then partied while the music blared only to lower for the speeches that weren't anything special—just a few words wishing us a good marriage and a long reign.
A long line of couples queued to talk to us where business deals were appraised or thrown around as some sort of wedding present, which Luca lapped at like a starved man.
I'm tired and emotionally worn, yet excited that it's finally time to leave behind everyone else to spend time just Luca and me.
Right now, I wonder if a small inconsequential wedding that Luca offered might have been the way to go.
His hand has cradled mine all evening, so when he leaves me to speak to Niko
