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I get some tea for myself, and sitting down, I keep an eye on my future mother-in-law in case she needs help.
“Seeing as everyone’s here,” Mrs. Accardi says. “The wedding is on the twenty-first.”
“Of which month?” Skylar asks.
“This month,” I answer. “It’s next Saturday, and you’re all invited. The invitations will be delivered on Monday.”
“Wow, Damiano isn’t wasting any time,” Samantha murmurs.
I let out a chuckle. “No, he isn’t.”
“Do you need help with the arrangements?” Vittoria asks.
“Mrs. Accardi has everything under control,” I reply. “Thank you for the offer, though.”
“Call me Aunt Greta, cara,” she says, a frown forming on her forehead. “I didn’t even realize you were still calling me Mrs. Accardi.”
“Aunt Greta has arranged everything for the wedding,” I repeat, giving her a playful look.
“That’s much better,” she mutters.
“The catering as well?” Skylar asks.
Aunt Greta has a proud expression as she says, “Thank you, but it’s all taken care of. All you have to do is come and enjoy the celebration with us.”
The conversation hovers around the topic of the upcoming wedding, and soon, all the women relax, and we’re talking as if we’ve known each other for years.
Damiano
“You’re engaged,” Dario mutters for the tenth time since we started the game.
“I’m going to fucking kill you if you mention it again,” I growl as I throw down the shitty hand I was dealt.
Carlo sets a tumbler of whiskey down beside me before he takes a seat on one of the armchairs in my private lounge.
“When did you meet her?” Angelo asks.
“The trip to Sicily,” I reply.
“To give Stefano your blessing?” he asks, then his eyes widen. “You took her from your cousin?”
I nod, then order, “I’m done talking about Gabriella.”
“All jokes aside,” Dario says. “Is she okay marrying you?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I growl at him.
He holds my stare. “You’re not the easiest person to get along with.”
I can see he’s actually worried about her, and letting out a sigh, I mutter, “Gabriella is much stronger than she looks. She knows how to handle me, so back the fuck off.”
Dario nods, knowing not to push me any further.
“Did you find out who started the fire at the hotel?” Angelo asks, changing the subject.
I shake my head. “I think it was Miguel. There hasn’t been any trouble since I killed him.”
“That’s good news,” he mutters as he places a card on the table. “You better give me a good card,” he tells Renzo.
