My father always seemed immortal to me as a child

He has always been there, and I have always been assured that he can solve anything for me, and I suppose it is why I have found it so very difficult to find a mate.

I believed Edoardo was my prince but he turned out to be my mafiosi, and me the daughter of a Sicilian Carabinieri officer who brought Mafia to justice. Edoardo was the wrong man for me, the nemesis for my family.

Finding my mate seems like the most difficult mountain climb I could imagine. I’m lonely for a man who can meet me halfway honestly and resolutely, and keep me in the style my father does, both me and my daughter.

I am not convinced that I shall ever find myself in a position where love reigns supreme, where our Catholic truth is the central focus of our family life and contentment.