No More Leftovers
When Luca Moretti chose the jewelry for our wedding, he still bought two pieces and let my twin sister Bianca choose first.
One was a ruby cuff from a Sicilian auction. The other was an off-the-rack black onyx bracelet, the kind sold in every mall jewelry store.
For the first time, I reached before Bianca could. I pointed at the ruby cuff. "This time, can I choose first?"
Luca set his palm on my head with the easy affection he used to make me behave. "Bianca has always been stubborn about quality. If it's not the best, she won't take it. You don't care about this stuff, Elena. The other piece isn't bad."
I didn't answer right away. Something inside my chest went quiet.
In my own family, Bia