Adriano Di Lauro

I never thought I would enjoy my wedding so much, but I do. My new wife is an expert dancer and I see myself dancing a couple of pieces with her. She is sensual and at the same time delicate, a seductive cream.

She now dances with my children while I dance with my mother. Seeing the three of them together is hypnotic and unleashes long-buried emotions inside me.

"She's a good girl", mom says following the direction of my gaze.

"I know". I nod seeing them smile carefree. How have they established that kind of connection? I have no idea, but it is something very strange and surprising.

"She will be a good wife."

I turn to see my mother to examine her face carefully. Something has changed.

"I thought you disapproved her."

"That was before knowing she is Gibson Reid's daughter."

"You let yourself be carried away by prejudice", she pointed out with a disapproving tone.

"Yes I admit it. You know I'm not prejudiced or old-fashioned in that sense”. She jumps defensively. "I d