I siciliani

Come on, Beatrice, don't cry. You'll see, in time everything will train, my daughter.

But I want the rosary. You don't know the sacrifice I made for him.

Oh no, if he loves you, he'll understand.

Now all you have to do is plan your wedding. Do you understand, dear?

But I'm not going to get married with that. I don't want to ruin my life, Mom.