“Are you feeling alright? Should I—”

“No! Please, no.”

The ceremony was supposed to start at half-an-hour earlier and I was not there. I couldn’t make myself leave. The sheer fabric scrapped my skin as I looked intensely at the mirror. Bride. I was going to become his wife.

Sweat broke down as Micah’s phone rang. He shared a look with me, a deep frown marring his brows as he picked it up. After a few ‘sì’ and apologies, he motioned the phone in my direction.

“He wants to talk.” My hands shook, I clutched the phone tightly in my hand and pressed the metal against my ear. Silvio’s soft...