I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“No, Grandpa.”
“Why no?” I asked, confused.
“Please do not go over there,” he begged, pulling on my trousers.
“Where do you mean, Leo?” I asked softly.
“Do not go over to Florence,” he whispered urgently.
My heart sank straight to the bottom of my chest.