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While I put on a pair of chinos and a sweater, my thoughts turn to the past week.
Luckily, we were able to find Eden, and after seeing Dario lose his mind, it’s clear as fucking daylight the man loves her.
I have to admit Eden managed to impress me, which is a rare feat. She killed a fucker with a high heel.
I should be more careful around Gabriella and her five-inch heels.
A chuckle escapes me, and the sound actually startles me.
As I tuck my Glock in the back of the waistband of my pants, I leave my suite.
I head downstairs, and when I near my mother’s sitting room, I hear Aunt Greta say, “I loved Queen Charlotte’s season most.”
“Me too,” Mamma agrees.
When I enter the room, Gabriella’s gaze darts to me. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Three hours,” I mutter before I take hold of Mamma’s hand and help her to her feet.
Glancing at Gabriella, I say, “Give me thirty minutes, and we’ll have that conversation.”
“Okay.” She glances between Mamma and me. “No rush.”
When I lead Mamma into the hallway, she asks, “What conversation?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Instead of walking to the sunroom, I press the button for the elevator, and we head up to the second floor.
Entering Mamma’s suite, I say, “I’ve decided what to do with Gabriella.”
“Oh?”
The expression on her face tells me she’s dying to hear my answer.
“I’m going to marry her.”
A wide smile spreads over her face. “That’s such good news!”
Clearing my throat, I say, “I need the engagement ring.”
Emotion washes over Mamma’s face, and I watch as she walks to her dressing table. She opens a jewelry box, and her fingertips brush over the rings before she picks up the right one.
The engagement ring has been passed down from my grandmother.
Mamma moves closer to me, then holds the ring out. “I think you’ve made the right decision. I hope with all my heart Gabriella will make you happy.”
I take the ring from her and tuck it into my pocket before I pull my mother into a hug.
“Thank you, Mamma.”
“Try to be a good husband,” she murmurs against my chest.
“I will,” I assure her. Pulling back, I look down at the only woman I’ve ever loved. “I won’t disappoint you.”
She lifts her hand and pats my cheek as if I’m a little boy. “I know, mio figlio.”
Her fingertips brush over my face, then she asks, “Are you okay?”
