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Oh Lord, this is going to be bad, isn't it?
"But before anything else, I would like to welcome the newest member of ourfamigliaonce again. Thank you for making do with my grandson,bambina."
Phew!
It was not much of a reprieve, but Cat was just glad and relieved as the words led to banter and another passionate display of affection between the newlyweds. She started to relax and was about to reach for her cup of coffee when she heard the matriarch clear her throat.
"As for my other announcement..."
All thoughts of coffee fled her mind the momentLa Stregaturned to her.
This. Is. It.
"Cattleya here has asked for my permission to become Ezio's bride."
She saw Ezio jerk in the corner of her eye, and Cat didn't know what to think. It was so unlike him to betray his emotions like that, and...that was good? Or was it not?
"And I said yes."
All eyes swung to her yet again, and Cat was just thankful she had years of practice of wearing a mask.
Am I really doing the right thing here, God?
Because the way everyone was looking at her had Cat starting to doubt the things she once thought were certain and true.
I didn't hear You wrong, did I?
And even though she hadn't really expected Him to answer her, He did.
Because Ezio was suddenly looking straight at her, and his beautiful, dark gaze was still unreadable as ever.
Oh, thank You.
Just as the way she was only visible to him, he alone was unreadable to her, and that was all the answer she needed.
"Did I hearnonnacorrectly? Didyoutruly ask her to marry me?"
She didn't even hesitate, saying simply, "Yes."
He stared at her, and it was another one of those rare moments in which Ezio allowedeveryone,herself included, to see what he was feeling.
He was incredulous, for one.
Infuriated even, surprisingly.
And then...
It was all gone.
The windows to his soul shuttered close, and it was almost as if she had only imagined what she had seen.
But I didn't. Right?
Ezio suddenly rose to his feet, and Cat's heart started pounding.
"If you would excuse us..."
There was nothing to read in his honey-smooth voice except for the firmness of his tone, which brooked no argument.
