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“I’ll take a break after the wedding,” Aunt Greta says as she sits down on the side of my bed. She glances around the room. “Are you going to stay here or move to Damiano’s suite?”
I already spend every night in Damiano’s bed, and half of my stuff is in his bathroom, but I’m not telling them that.
“I’ll move everything tomorrow,” I reply.
“Has he told you where he’s taking you for the honeymoon?” Aunt Aida asks.
“No. He only said we’ll leave after New Year's,” I answer before sitting back to check her makeup. “There we go. You’re ready.”
She glances in Aunt Greta’s direction. “How do I look?”
“Very beautiful and ten years younger.” Aunt Greta gives me a pointed look. “You better work your magic on my face. These wrinkles are taking over.”
Aunt Aida and Aunt Greta swap places, and I start by cleaning Aunt Greta’s skin before putting on moisturizer.
“Are you excited?” Aunt Greta asks, her eyes drifting over my face.
“I am.” A smile tugs at my mouth. “It’s a great honor to become a member of the Falco family.”
“Is that the only reason?” Aunt Aida asks.
“No.” My cheeks warm a little before I admit, “I’m excited because I can’t wait to share my life with Damiano.”
“Do you love him?” Aunt Greta asks.
I let out a chuckle. “Enough with the questions. You’ll find out soon enough.”
When I’m done with Aunt Greta’s makeup, she looks in the mirror, and a happy smile spreads over her face. “You have performed a miracle, cara. Thank you.”
Hoping to get a few minutes to myself, I say, “Go get dressed while I do my makeup.”
I watch as they leave my bedroom before I look at the ring on my finger.
I’m marrying Damiano today.
“Christ,” he says, appearing in the doorway as if my imagination conjured him up, “I thought they’d never leave.”
“Did you see your mom’s makeup?” I ask.
He nods as he shuts the door. “She looks beautiful and happy. Thank you for all the attention you’re giving her.”
I stand up, but when a serious expression tightens his features, I freeze.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
He shakes his head, and taking my hand, he drops to his knee in front of me.
Holy crap.
Looking up at me, he says, “I gave you no choice when I took you, and I don’t regret it.” His thumb brushes over the engagement ring on my finger. “You have a hold on me I can’t shake, Gabriella. You’ve crawled into my heart, and I’ve become fucking obsessed with you.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I’m so glad I haven’t put on my makeup yet.
“I love you.” His tone grows softer. “I hope you’ll learn to love me.”
Damiano Falco is mine.
I have the most powerful man kneeling at my feet.
