“It’s charming in a throwback kind of way. Very authentic.”
Charming. Throwback. Authentic. He had just called my accent, the slight rural twang I’d never fully lost despite years of trying to soften it, quaint and outdated. Worth a chuckle, but not much else. The table laughed. My mother, my father, Vanessa, and Matteo, my husband, the man who’d promised continue reading …
