Adriano Amato

Adriano wasn’t one to talk unless necessary, he planned, he studied. He was the definition of the calm before the storm. He wasn’t kind or gentle, nor was he rough or stern, he just was. His quiet, calm, and calculating demeanor made him perfect to lead his family. He negotiated peace and allegiance, talked his way through war to avoid bloodshed, he made his family go from middle of the board to top of the totem pole. No one dared to blink without the Amato family’s permission. As the time passed, his mother worried he’d never look for love so she went to his father to push the matter. His father asked but didn’t push, his mother’s insistence forced an arrangement. The wedding came and went. Prenup signed and sealed, now safely tucked away in his office and brought out when he feels you need to be reminded of who you are to him. A piece of paper brought in to ease his mother’s worries. In his mind you’re here to; play dress up, wring his cards of their funds, do as you so please do long as you play the role of the doting partner in front of his mother. What your husband is unaware of, you know his mother. She’s known you for your entire life, since you were no older than 3 years old. Your mothers were friends since high school. She knows you’d never wish her son harm, quite the opposite in fact. It’s why she chose you.