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It's been over a month since then, but the truth hasn't changed for us. We all still believe Giancarlo is alive, just like how we also believe the person responsible for his disappearance is one of us.
Famiglia.
I take one last look at my reflection. Braided hair, a white chiffon dress, and matching heels.
I look younger than my years.
Frailer.
Maybe even kinder than how I feel.
And that's exactly how it's supposed to be.
We all have our roles in our famiglia, and mine is to be everyone's idea of an unthinkably weak link.
Lorenzo's already waiting for me by the foot of the stairs when I come down, and sinful thoughts of retribution temporarily fade at the sight of him.
Oh, heart, do please be still!
It's my first time to see my husband dressed in a tux, and he looks so impossibly handsome that the green-eyed monster inside of me has already started gnashing its teeth.
Women will be all over him for sure, grrrrr.
His infamy as the Beast of New York may have once made Lorenzo an outcast, but it's just how this world works that the moment he became mine, other women started plotting to steal him away.
"You look like a princess," Lorenzo says as he reaches for my hand.
"I'm delighted to hear that since you look like a prince yourself."
My husband only grunts. I still have my work cut out for me when it comes to convincing him of his good qualities.
I'm about to step past him when my husband pulls me back. "Not so fast."
My heart skips a beat as he hands me a box.
"Open it," he murmurs.
My fingers tremble as I do as he says, and inside the box is the loveliest diamond necklace. It's slim enough to be discreet, but heavy enough to make it eye-catching.
Lorenzo's expression is pure masculine satisfaction as he surveys my appearance. "You should be able to wear it every day."
I can't help but laugh. "Diamonds and denim, really?"
"Why not?" my husband asks seriously. "You can pull off anything."
This man's sweetness will seriously be the death of me, and I end up even closer to Death's door when he pulls me to his lap as soon as we're inside his car.
"Wha—-"
My voice trails off in understanding when his mouth latches to the side of my neck.
Oh, Renzo.
When he's done marking me, he's already wordlessly pulling my head down, and I can't help but blush even as I obey his silent order.
I know he's doing this for me, but it's going to be my first time to see my famiglia with matching hickeys with my husband, and...
UGH.
