I never understood why my life unfolded the way it did. But if enduring all that hardship means I can be here now with the person I love, then perhaps it was worth it.
My name is Lauren. I’m fifty-three years old, with blonde hair, and very light blue eyes, and I’m not very tall. My story begins at St. George, where I was born and raised in Mesquite. I was always a calm girl, reserved even as a teenager. When I was sixteen, I met Marco, the man I wanted to spend my life with.
Marco was, and still is, a handsome man. We fell in love instantly when we met, and from that day on, we were inseparable. By the time I was eighteen, we were married. Marco, the head of the Eagle Tucson Group, known as Michelangelo to everyone, made us a family. Our happiness grew even more when we discovered I was
