Arabella

“Marco, you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” Nonna chided, “It’s bad luck for the couple.”

“I don’t care, Nonna. I want to see my wife,” he answered with a smile.

“She’s not your wife yet,” she teased him.

“But she will be soon.” His eyes met mine, and I looked away. My nerves were all over the place; his presence was unsettling as always. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my whole frame was rigid. It would take a lot of time for me to ever get used to Marco and having him around. He set off all my defenses. How could I...