Chapter 11: Eros Cassiano

LUCREZIA

“Father won’t give our hand to that man. I’m sure of it. He will never do that over our mother’s grave,” I spoke firmly, but I sounded more like I was convincing myself, not stating something I really believe by heart.

I paced around the kitchen, my arms crossing and uncrossing for I don’t know how and where to place them for I am filled with unease. I chewed my lip with a frown plastered on my face as the long wait tears away my sanity.

What’s even taking them so long?

I watched Letizia who looked sick as she sat by the kitchen counter. She’s staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

Feeling my gaze on her, Letizia reached out to the glass of water that I have given her a few minutes earlier. Her hands trembled as she held the glass with both hands.

I stopped moving and sat on the kitchen stool in front of her to give her comfort. When she’s done drinking her glass of water, I held both her hands in mine and looked at her in the eye.

“There’s nothing you should be afraid o