I feel like Silvio and I were in a play, each of us acting out our roles. He’s the billionaire groom, reserved but exceedingly domineering, and I was the beaming bride, bubbly and excited.

“Are you going to punish me?” I asked as we exit the car in front of his multi-billion mansion. My voice was a little too thin, but all the liquid courage has worn on the ride here, leaving my heart hammering faster the closer we get to home.

He spared me in the Church—if Dante coming looking for him counted as one. I was a shaking mess by the time Silvio ushered me to the car....