The Bridal Shroud

THE WHITE SHROUD

~SIENNA POV~

The flight back to Italy was silent.

I didn't sleep. I sat in the leather seat, staring out the window at the endless blanket of clouds, wondering if my father was looking at the same sky from his economy seat, wondering if he was crying.

Rafael worked. He sat across from me, typing on his laptop, making calls in low, rapid Italian. He looked like a CEO.

He looked lik