Thirty-seven: Emmilia Vitore

Thirty-seven:

Emmilia Vitore

“You’re going shopping.” I was told this by Donatello on the third morning of my being kidnapped.

“Shopping?” I raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“For your wedding,” Donatello said, “Galileo is working on something for me. I have unfinished business that I need taken care of so I won’t be joining you. But one of your cousins will be. Remember Bianca?”

I did remember Bianca. The first time I had stayed in Italy, when I was having Tori, Bianca had been seventeen and in high school. I did the math in my head and realized she would have been twenty something by now.

“Bianca?” I said. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to have her here?”

Donatello shrugged. “It’s perfectly natural for someone that is planning their wedding to want their family around. Why wouldn’t my own daughter have her family here?”

I glared at him. “I’m not your daughter. You lied to me. You’ve got some sick, twisted obsession with my mother. I’m not here because I want to get marrie