ne

able badly as Tommaso fake

he is dip

nd trying not to look sick at this grotesque situation. Tommaso is

ditore, as Ni

is parents. I was convinced all would be going well but as I'm sitting in front of him trying to make casual conversation my heart sinks more and more. My pondering on the qu

ust lik

shed by my mother as soon as we get home. At least, I know

a

just

ers and had to recognize soon that we have nothing in common. By the time I asked him if he gets called "Tommy.

prefers to talk to my dad anyway. How blame him, he is the one to be imp

't want to make a bad

food. My light blue satin gown starts getting dangerously tight, ris

kids do

ty my wine glass in one go

bout having 3 at least.

but he must love the act b

family has always be

l

sh my dinner in silence while my parents talk wi

her, Anna Rita. As they pass me, Tommaso halts standing next to me. My father and his are still fighting over who will pay the bi

ould start

ur

tart walking along the art

ind of ring you would

one of the

special requireme

answer as he snorts, his honey

me if you don't like what I'

ry for mo

e urge to drag him into

. I'm not th

ered in goosebumps. And not the kind you

everything

s that he doesn't feel different about me. He take

are attractive, and I like you, even if you are a bit d

arseh

f deal to get a wife. I just smile as I

how yo

urse, d

eel like reborn. Bidding goodbye to my future hus

evening, Tommaso. And thank you, Anna Ri

I exhale all the air I'd been holding as soon as I'm in my parents' car. I can hear my parents say goodbye and they soon jo

leave a good fi

h the girl. She surely was nerv

who looks at me throug

iled! She should have made a little more effort to please t

her what a shame it would be for the family name if Tom

astly vision of

our home, I shoo

anged my mind