It is not marriage I am angry at. Marriage is beautiful. It is my husband that betrayed me.” “Of course.” I flip open my portfolio to the legal pad inside, grabbing a pen and unclicking it. “Can you tell me more about it?” “There is another woman,” she tells me. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” “It is Lorenzo who will be sorry.” My lips twitch. I might really like Mrs. Casiraghi.
