Chapter Twenty-One

The three days pass by in a flash.

Enzo doesn't talk about it, but I brace myself. I woke up early and paced around the house until my feet ached. The cleaning lady, Maria, watches me uneasily. At any moment, he'll walk through those doors and tell me to get dressed.

When I've paced the living room, I go into the bedroom. I chew my thumbnail and feel every ticking minute in my soul. I don't know what to expect today, all I know is I'll be tied to Enzo. Today makes it all official.

I'll be officially his fiancée.

I don't know when I managed to doze off. I wake up to Enzo hovering over me. I can't tell if he's upset that the day has arrived, or if he doesn't care. "Up, girasole. You know what day it is."

I rub my eyes. There's no sense in fighting this. We're to be engaged, and that's final. "What should I wear?" This seems like the only sensible question I can ask in this moment. The rest doesn’t matter. Whatever can’t be avoided, will be ignored.

"Funny you should ask that." He l