Don turned slightly, picking up a glass from the side table, moving to the bar.
Bianca took another step closer. "Don, Luca is my husband. It doesn't matter if he loves me or not, I should get an opportunity to try. This distance is not helping. If things look like they are going sideways, I promise I will book a trip to the Bahamas or something. I need to be with my husband. I need to put a bit of effort." Bianca said.
"The last time you were there, you shot his mistress."
"I am a new bride. I should be allowed some mistakes, shouldn't I? How else will I learn?"
"Have you talked to him about this?" Don asked.
No matter how clever her idea was, this part mattered. Bianca's lips pressed together briefly.
She looked away briefly, then back at him. "You know he will say no. I haven't spoken with him since he left Italy."
"Then you should. Luca doesn't like to be snuck up on."
