Don, I Won't Wait for You Anymore
Two years into my marriage with Luca Mancini, I'd gotten used to waiting.
Wait until the accounts were settled—then he'd take me on our honeymoon.
Wait until the family meeting was over—then he'd celebrate our anniversary with me.
Wait until his men were taken care of—then he'd call the private doctor to see me.
I knew how hard it was to sit in the Don's seat, so I never cried or made a scene about it. I even took half the work off his shoulders without being asked.
Because of my patience and all the times I stepped back, things between us finally softened.
When he was exhausted, he'd lean his head on my shoulder, kiss my forehead, and say:
"My Donna, once this busy season is over, I promise