The Marriage Contract

Red satin spilled from the backseat, pooling onto the cobblestone driveway. Enzo pulled the heavy car door open, extending a steady, gloved hand as Nora stepped out into the cool evening air. Her stiletto heel struck the stone with a sharp, echoing click. She gripped Enzo’s forearm tight, praying her ankles would hold up. She rarely wore heels, and this strappy, towering pair felt like walking on