THE CARETAKER BRIDE
“You’re too young either way, but I’ll feel more comfortable marrying you when you’re of age, officially.”
She pursed her lips, shaking her head. “I don’t understand how that matters.”
I leaned forward, my voice more serious now. “I have two small children who need taking care of. Daniele is almost three, and Simona will be ten months when we marry.”
Isabella’s face softened, and her eyes widened in surprise. “Can you show me photos?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, showing her a picture from before Gaia’s death—Daniele holding his little sister in his arms. Isabella’s eyes softened as she looked at it, a smile tugging at her lips.