April's Last Fool — Serafina's Passenger Seat

But he said Morelli Family Pomp was for outsiders, and we didn't need it. Now he was wearing a crisp suit, tightly holding Serafina's waist, smiling brightly at the camera. Luciano bent down and slid a brand new diamond ring onto Serafina's ring finger. With a click, someone captured the scene.

Not long after, Luciano walked over to me, holding two documents. One was my divorce decree, and the other was his marriage certificate with Hazel, see? I won again this time. Tomorrow morning we'll remarry. Don't be mad, it's just for keepsakes. Early pregnancy symptoms made me nauseous, and I barely had the strength to stand.

On top of that, the feeling of being uprooted from signing at the courthouse still hadn't faded, and my legs could hardly support me. me. Take me home. I swallowed the acid rising in my throat. I need to pack. I opened the passenger door, but before I could get in, Celafina squeezed past me. Hazel, if we're doing this, let's do it all the way. Since Lucino and I are now legally married, of course I should sit in the passenger

seat. She opened the door and got in as if it was only right. With a casual wave, she swept my scarf, sunglasses, and a well-worn book from the passenger seat onto the floor mats. Lucino stood at the front of the car and made an apologetic gesture toward me.