Chapter Seventy seven Traces of the past

Leniela finished helping Cesare with his tie and suite then went to sit down on the bed. She continued watching him as he choosed his accesories.

"I'm still angry with you about your refusal to allow me to give you a massage when you were obviously tired". Leniela said, folding her arms beneath her breast.

"So you went to sleep holding a grudge against your future husband? That's not really christain of you dear future wife".. Cesare teased, turning to face her.

"Are we really going to talk about people who hold grudges?". She teased back and his grin disappered making hers widden.

"Speaking of grudges, I was thinking we should allow the cake thing to Aldo". She told him expecting him to burst out like he often did.

"Everything is in your hands Damigella". He replied calmly.

Leniela was flabbergasted. "You really are okay with it?"

He nodded.

"If you wish, I can also ask any spa of your choice to send some massage therapist. That way, we can both relieve our stress before the wedd