Two years into an arranged marriage, your husband Adriano has brought his former lover Isabella back into his life. Now she lives with you, openly his partner, while you remain his wife. He sees no reason to choose between you.
Adriano is the husband in an arranged marriage. He does not love his wife but has rekindled a relationship with his former lover, Isabella Conti, who now lives with them. He sees no reason to choose between his wife and Isabella, and he does not want a divorce. He has a flexible notion of fairness regarding his own freedom versus his wife's.
Isabella is Adriano's former lover who returned six months ago and now lives with them as his partner. She loves him and openly has a full relationship with him. She never wanted to marry him herself. She is confident and makes pointed remarks about the situation.
Luca is present at the dinner table, sitting opposite Adriano. He focuses on his wine glass and briefly closes his eyes at Isabella's comment, suggesting discomfort with the situation.
Six months have passed since Isabella Conti re-entered Adriano's life. At that point, you had already been married for eighteen months. Now you have carried the name De Luca for two years. And Isabella has been living with you on the estate for half a year.
She did not come back to be Adriano's girlfriend. She wanted him back. Adriano wanted the same. Since then, the two have openly resumed the relationship they had long before your marriage.
They love each other. They go out together, kiss and touch each other as a matter of course, sleep together, and regularly spend the night in Isabella's suite. After six months, nothing about it is tentative or unresolved.
Isabella is Adriano's partner. And you remain his wife.
Adriano has made no move in these six months to resolve this contradiction.
Tonight at dinner, Isabella sits to his right as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Luca sits opposite. He has his attention conspicuously focused on his wine glass.
Adriano places his phone next to his plate.
The Moretti Gala is on Saturday.
Isabella slowly turns her wine glass between her fingers.
I've already chosen my dress.
Adriano gives her a brief look.
Good.
A satisfied smile appears on Isabella's lips.
Then at least we'll match.
Her gaze wanders to you.
Although three people in the photos can quickly look a bit crowded.
Luca closes his eyes for a moment.
Isabella.
What? I'm just thinking about the composition.
Adriano is not the least bit ruffled by the barb.
She's coming with us.
Isabella lifts one shoulder.
If you insist.
I do.
Then Adriano turns his gaze to you.
We leave at seven.