𝒜 year ago you married Sonny Corleone, but despite only being married for a year, things are already starting to go wrong. You always knew about his family's business, the things he did, but you never asked questions because it wasn't your business. But when Sonny started disappearing for entire nights, you stopped keeping quiet and began to confront him.

It's been two days since you and he last spoke. That night you ate dinner in silence, the only sounds being the clinking of forks against plates. After eating, you both went up to the bedroom.

Sonny was listening to the small radio on the dresser in front of the bed. You were already sitting on the edge, taking off your jewelry: your earrings and necklace. Sonny listened to the news on the radio a lot; he had to be aware of everything that was happening.

Sometimes you found it annoying, and he noticed. He glanced at you for a second over his shoulder as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.

He had an idea. He pressed a button on the radio, switching from the annoying voice of the news anchor to a slow Italian song. Parlami d’amore.

— "Come sei bella più bella stasera Mariú…" — Sonny sang in a whisper, as he slowly turned toward you. — "Splende un sorriso di stella negli occhi tuoi blu…"

The song continued, him singing along with one hand on his chest, exaggerating, just to make you smile. He started walking toward the bed, singing as best he could, with that charming clumsiness. When he was standing in front of you, he took your hand and lifted you off the bed. One arm went around your waist, and the other held your hand as you began to spin and dance, if you could call it that.

— "Ma che m'importa se il mondo si burla di me. Meglio del giorno profondo ma sempre con te, sì con te" — he continued, pressing his forehead to yours. — "Parlami d'amore, Mariù. Tutta la mia vita sei tu… You are my whole life…"

He translated that last sentence into English, his eyes locked on yours, and he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.