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the feel of his st rong arms holding her as he carried her to the bed. Madden laid beside her and stroked her stomach.
    His eyes search ed hers. “I hate so much that you are so confused. I want to make this easier , but I can just assure you that I will always cherish you. Together, we will have a beautiful life.”
    “You and me and Anton?”
    “Yes, it seems that way. ” Madden couldn’t help the soft chuckle that reached his lips, “ Did Anton explain?”
    “He answered all of my questions.” Layla buried her head into Madden’s shoulder , obviously bashful on the topic . Madden chuckled again, amused at her sense of modesty and held her while sh e relaxed.
    A long while passed before he lifted himself away from her and insisted they both get ready before his moth er came for them herself . That he definitely did not need. It wasn’t long before they strolled hand-in-hand towards his parents ’ house, enjoying the gardens on the way.
    “Will Anton join us?”
    “Of course. We’ll share the news together of the Tre Adoro Coupling . He explained how rare it is, right?”
    “Yes,” Layla blushed thinking about sharing such a thing with Madden’s parents.
    “Hey,” Madden stopped her, “it’s nothing to be bashful about. Legend says only the strongest women can serve as the center of a Tre Adoro C oupling . You, Layla l ove, are our strength,” Madden kissed her on the tip of her nose. Somehow that felt more intimate than any other kiss he’d given her.
    She held onto that moment as an anchor as Madden took her hand and turned up the path, then moved across the patio and entered the dining room through an exterior door. The room was more like a ballroom than a dining room; Layla felt so small in comparison. With its arched doorways opened onto the elaborate patio they’d walked across, the room seemed nearly outdoors. Vines ran along the far wall. Flowers and greenery adorned enormous vases that sat upon pedestals every few feet around the room , but the grandest of all was the heavy wooden table centered under a sparkling chandelier.
    Overwhelmed by the beauty of this room, Layla was thankful she ha d worn the dress Anton had set out for her. She owned no clothing suitable for such a room and she fidgeted with her thin straps as she suddenly felt out of place , an outsider intruding on a life in which she did not belong.
    “Stop fidgeting. You look amazing,” Madden spoke softly into her ear as he watched her take in the room before guiding her forward again.
    As Madden and Layla walked to the table adorned in the most beautiful golden dinnerware she’d ever seen, an older man bearing Madden’s same coloring and build stood. A smaller woman peeked around from his other side but quickly moved in front of him. These must be Madden’s parents. Layla’s heart ratcheted up and, feeling her reaction, Madden squeezed her hand reassuringly. She r ealiz ed she had been holding her breath since entering the room so Layla let out it slowly and smiled.
    The man she assumed to be Mr. Santucci returned her smile. Madden tugged on her hand . Layla hadn’t re alized she’d also stopped walking b ut she needn’t have moved as the older man came to her. He knelt onto one knee in front of her and took her hand from Madden, holding it out between them.
    “ Che bella donna . Che bella donna ,” the man spoke as he seemed to be searching her eyes for something. Not understanding but wanting to be polite, Layla smiled and nodded. She very much wanted to pull her hand back, to wrap her arms around herself and ease the discomfort she was feeling , but all the etiquette training her mother insisted on was forcing her to smile and wait.
    Madden leaned into her, his hand reassuringly placed on her lower back and translated, “my father says you are beautiful.”
    “Thank you,” Layla responded to his father who was still kneeling in front of her. H is eyes were now looking past her as she heard footsteps coming