From Vows to Vows Again
Married three years. Stood up three years.
Today was the last time I bothered showing up. Surprise—he bailed again.
Still clinging to hope like a total idiot, I called. One last shot.
"A-Aurora, I'm busy. Just wait," he muttered.
And then her voice cut in. All breathy and smug: "That old woman can't satisfy you, huh? Paolo, be gentle."
Click.
Right on cue, Marco Medici—loyal, patient, saint-like Marco—sent his 99th proposal.
This time, I didn't leave him hanging.
[Want to come over for bollito misto?]