Lorenzo drove in silence to the airports. I couldn’t bring myself to speak to him. My mind was running a mile a minute. For weeks, I had thought about my marriage to Lorenzo as a faraway thing. I had thought about the plan as some whimsical thing that would never happen. But here I am, in Lorenzo’s car, driving to the airport so we can go to Las Vegas where I will be his wife. I swallowed deeply and let out a deep exhale.

Lorenzo stopped the car in front of a massive jet, stepped out and tossed the key to someone. He didn’t even wait for me to get...