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extra power point in the bathroom?”
                  “He did, but I wasn't sure when he was coming.”
                  “Well, he came today.”
                  Both Marco and Angela angled their heads. “That's ridiculous. Luca's been nothing but kind to us. You have to be mistaken,” Angela said. She walked off in the direction of the bathroom, and then returned. “Well, there is an extra point in the bathroom and he did a pretty neat job.”
                  Valeria clenched her fist, and prayed that she could return to her homeland. What was the point of making a new life in a country with people who didn't believe in her? It was rejection all over again. Maybe it wasn't too late to return home. Maybe she could stop this wedding.
                  When Roberto explained her story in detail, Angela stared at Valeria while Marco placed both hands on his wife's shoulder. “This is stupid. Why would you say this about Luca? I think you just misinterpreted the situation, that's all. Besides, he's never made a pass at me. He's always been the perfect gentleman. Without his help when we first settled, we would've been totally lost. He wouldn't do this.”Angela said.
                  Valeria rose from her seat. “If you don't believe me, then why don't you ask Luca? See if you can tell when he's lying to you.”
              “I will speak to Luca,” Roberto said. “I'll be right back.”
                  “Wait up," Marco said. “I'm coming with you.”
    Valeria left for her bedroom while Angela moved into the kitchen to start on dinner. She sat on the bed and pondered. She could not believe that she was marrying a man she barely knew and who wouldn't support her on this. She didn't understand men at all.
                  Dinner was a tense affair as Valeria listened to Roberto's account of how Luca had denied attacking Valeria. “He said he kissed you on the cheek and —aah then went to hug you to wish you well. Accidentally, he brushed his hand against your breast but then he apologised and left.”
                  Valeria heaved. “How do you explain the gash and bruise on my cheek?”
                  “He said you fell forward accidentally, hitting your face and head on the ground. That               you'd panicked for no reason.”
                  “Only because he pushed me.”
    Valeria took a bite of the spaghetti bolognaise but it tasted bitter in her mouth. She sipped the homemade wine and it tasted sour. Fighting the urge to scream, Valeria said her piece.
                  “I think that if you guys don't believe me, then there's no point in continuing. I'll just let it go for now, but he'd better leave me alone or I won't be responsible for my actions.”
                  Angela flinched. “Now, now Valeria. Let's not get dramatic. Luca's been our friend for a few years now— and we've only known you for a couple of days. Who did you think we'd believe?”
                  Valeria drew back, fighting tears. “But why would I lie about such a thing?”
                  Roberto patted Valeria's hand across the table. “We're not saying you lied. It's just that Luca was probably being friendly and you mistook that for something else.”
                  “Are you serious?” Valeria asked. She realised that in all fairness they didn't really know her, but they had known Luca for years. He must've had a way of charming himself out of this one, but eventually she would catch him.
                  “Do you know how many things Luca has done for us?” She shrugged. “He helped us paint the house when we first arrived here, bought us some furniture, lent us some money, and he's now helping us with the wedding. He's been a god-send.”
    Valeria turned away in response, thinking that