Eileen stared blankly at the newspaper, her eyes fixed on the front-page photo from their wedding yesterday. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again, hoping the headline would magically change.
"Is that really me?"
She couldn't believe it. Eileen kept her eyes wide open, staring at the newspaper. Cesare, who was sipping his strongly brewed tea and scanning the headlines, glanced at her, then picked up La Verita from the table and handed it to her.
Without meeting his gaze, Eileen hesitated to take the newspaper from him. Cesare waited patiently, understanding her reluctance.
Finally, she gathered her courage and accepted the newspaper from Cesare's waiting hand.
She must have gripped it too tightly because it crinkled in her hands. Holding the trembling newspaper, she looked at the photo.
The picture showed Cesare as he appeared at the wedding, though, to be honest, it didn't do him justice. He was far more striking in person.
