Ginevra
From the moment Tommaso left for his business trip, I was finally able to breathe.
Literally.
As he doesn’t get to badger me anymore, my bruises start to fade, my ribs heal and breathing gets easier.
I’m actually astonished by the fact that as soon as Tommaso is gone, my mother-in-law starts baking cakes for me and impresses me with meals with opulent and creamy gravy that make my heart sing.
She tries to sell me this behavior as a cake tasting or a taste of what they should do at the wedding, but as she isn’t some poor trailer mom and the wedding won’t be held in her garden, it doesn’t make quiet sense. Also, because we will have a large staff for those things.
But it’s nice to have something nice to eat anyway.
The lock of the door opening that tears me out of my train of
