I didn’t dress appropriately for dinner despite our honored guests.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a woman about to attend her sentencing. I knew the ropes. This wasn’t the first time I’d had this conversation. Eleven years ago, I’d taken the news of my impending nuptials like the proper young Italian woman I’d been raised to be. Clenching my jaw, I peered into my hazel eyes. Twenty-four hours ago, they’d been filled with optimism for the future. Now they ...