"I'm not sure."
God, this is a clusterfuck.
"You don't have to do this," Mom says. "I know everyone else is demanding six months, but if you don't want to give this marriage a try, then don't. I won't let anyone force you."
I wrap my arms around my mother, hugging her tightly. "I'm not sure what I want, Mami," I admit.
God, my emotions are all over the place. I can't believe Luca and I got married.
She pulls back and locks eyes with me. "What do you
mean?"
I hesitate for a moment, my thoughts jumping all over the place. I lock eyes with Mom, then say, "This has to stay between us."
"Of course."
My teeth tug at my bottom lip, then I admit my secret to her, "I love Luca."
Mom's eyebrows dart up with surprise, and she blinks at me. "Since when?"
"Since forever," I sigh, my shoulders slumping. I let out a groan. "That's why I've been so bitchy around him. I was trying to hide my true feelings.
"Oh, sweetheart," she whispers. She brushes her hand over my hair to comfort me. "Isn't this a good thing then?"
I shake my head, feeling downright miserable. "I don't want a marriage of convenience. It would've been nice to have
the romance that usually comes before a wedding and to know the man I'm marrying actually loves me."