She had never been the kind of woman to take love lightly. When she truly liked someone, when she loved someone, of course, she would want to spend a lifetime with him, to be his wife, and to bear his children. But Capone had so decisively denied the possibility.
The bonds of love were not something she could claim for herself. So, what about him? What about their feelings? In the end, would they also be nothing more than an illusory dream?
