No flowers, no music, nobody crying happy tears in the front rows. Just two families in Papa's formal sitting room on a Saturday evening and a man in a grey suit making it legal. I wore cream because it was the least wedding thing I owned.Giulia and Marta sat together near the back looking expensive and bored. Mama was by the window doing that thing with her face she did at difficult occasions arranged into something that passed for calm if you didn't know her well enough to see through it.Papa was glowing. Genuinely. I hadn't seen him look like that in years.Twenty minutes maybe. Words, papers, and then a ring on my finger that sat heavy and cold and completely wrong.Franco came to me first when it was done. Took my hand, looked at the ring, then looked at my face and I stood there and smiled and let him do his last check."Welcome to the family," he said."Thank you." Bright and easy and completely hollow.He held my hand a beat too long. Then let go and moved off toward Papa a
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