"All three of you? On your honeymoon?" Don Angelo asked, feigning surprise.
"I would feel better with Stacy there," said Jenny, throwing me a quick smile before she kissed Don Angelo's cheek and subtly nudged Luca, who rolled his eyes.
"Anything for my wife's comfort," said Luca, flashing Don Angelo a smile so laced with undertones of hate that it pretty much confirmed that Luca knew everything.
"Then I wish you all well," said Don Angelo, kissing me on the cheek. "Make me proud," he whispered into my ear.
As Don Angelo pulled away, I wondered if he could tell that a shitstorm was headed his way. He had far bigger problems than me leaving him. He was headed for war.
*Ciao daddy," was all I trusted myself with, lest I give something away.
Don Angelo did not have my sympathy. I felt no
