DANTE

Morning comes too quickly.

I wake before Aria, my body clock trained by years of 5 AM meetings and early trading hours.

But I don't move, reach for my phone or mentally run through the day's schedule.

I just watch her sleep.

Her face is peaceful now, no trace of last night's emotional upheaval. One hand is curled under her cheek, the other rests on my chest. The morning light makes her skin glow, catches the diamond on her finger.

My wife.

The woman her entire family sees as an ...