She’s a good wife

Lorenzo and Fabiola walked up to his father,Luca who was sitting on a rock chair at the courtyard.

“Father,this is Fabiola,”Lorenzo introduced.

The man lifted up his head and stared at her,expressionlessly.

Fabiola swallowed…

Lorenzo was the exact replica of his father and his gaze was quite penetrating as if he could see through her.

“Hello,Father.”She greeted,politely.

Luca nodded.”Due to the pressure from the media and public…Lorenzo had married you in a rush but the Martini do not take marriage as simple as this.You two need to have a grand wedding ceremony.”

Fabiola didn't really want to cause such a big deal, but her opinion didn't matter, it was up to Lorenzo to decide if he felt the ceremony was necessary. She looked tenderly at Lorenzo, pretending to be shy, "I'll do whatever Lorenzo says."

Lorenzo knew his father's reasons for holding a wedding; he didn't want the public to mistake that the family couldn't even afford a wedding, and parties were a necessary means of maintain