“So, you’re married to Fabiano?” I asked Leona. She flushed and it made her freckles stand out even more. Her eyes darted to the blond man. “Oh … no … we aren’t married. We haven’t been together for very long.” “And your family allows you to be with him before marriage?” Leona let out a laugh. “I’m not Italian. I’m an outsider.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Oh. I wasn’t sure because of your name. They allow that in Vegas?” Leona pursed her lips. “I’m not sure it’s something that’s allowed, but Remo allowed it for Fabiano.”
