A mother for my son

Massimo

“Why is she taking so long?” I ask Marion, who has brought me a glass of water while I wait for Lilibeth, who is a few minutes late and hasn’t come down yet.

“I don’t know, sir. She might not be much longer. Oh, look, she’s coming down now. She looks truly beautiful, Miss.” I turn when she says this, and indeed, she is right; Lilibeth looks stunning.

“Thank you, Mrs. Marion.” She smiles warmly, while I am mesmerized watching her descend the stairs.

Tonight, Lilibeth is wearing an emerald green dress (which contrasts beautifully with her fair skin) with one long sleeve and a single shoulder. The upper part appears to have embroidered flowers with black details on an almost translucent fabric that reveals a bra in the same color as the dress. The lower part of the dress opens into a wide skirt, showing off her entire right leg thanks to a slit. She wears matching golden shoes and a handbag, and everything about her is perfection. I can’t help but feel uneasy, thinking about how