That night, after the wedding reception, Salvatore and I returned to our house.
I had already showered and changed when he stepped into the bedroom and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed.
Even though we were officially married, he still seemed a little tense.
I couldn't help but laugh and pat the space next to me. "What's the matter? Are you planning to sleep on the floor and make people think I bullied you on our wedding night?"
He let out a quiet sigh and carefully sat beside me.
I nestled against his chest and laced my fingers through his. "Can I ask you something?"
I looked up at him. "We barely knew each other before. Why were you always so good to me?"
His voice came out low and rough. "Good? If I hadn't been worried about what people might say, I would've done much more for you."
I was confused. "Really? But why? Back then, I was always chasing after Giovanni. Didn't you think I was pathetic like everyone else did?"
He paused for a moment, then said gently, "Not at a
