Page 127 of Unraveled

“All right, enough of this,” Abriella said, blinking away the wetness gathering in her eyes. “No tears, or Tommas has a fit. Let’s look at some pictures, huh?”

“Sounds good.”

Although, Cara would much rather get Gian on the phone and figure out when exactly she could go back home.

She settled on the pictures, instead.

Cara found that the albums actually weren’t too bad. Most were older family photos of the Trentinis, their vacations, and the kids as they’d grown up. There were other albums of weddings from other families, Christening of babies, and more. There were even some memories that Cara had forgotten, things that had brought all the Outfit families together.

It surprised her to see herself and Lea in a few of the albums, sitting off to the side in a corner, people watching as they sometimes had done together as young teens.

“Canada Vacation and Wedding,” Abriella read from the front of the next album.

Cara wasn’t really paying attention at that point, as she was focused on the album in her hand, and the few photos of her and Lea that were hidden inside.

She only looked away from the photos when Abriella said, “Guzzi Wedding—Gian and Elena.”

“What?”

Abriella was already flipping pages, moving past decorated halls, silk-lined tables, and an ornate cake. Cara saw a familiar man in a suit standing with his father, and his younger brother. One of his mother, too, putting his boutonniere on.

No.

Cara couldn’t trust what her own eyes were seeing.

She didn’t believe it.

Abriella flipped the page again.

The woman was beautiful, and her white dress, modest at the top, yet covered in satin, tulle, and jewels, made her look like a proper princess.

A Mafioso principessa, actually.

Cara did a double take, not recognizing the woman with her perfectly done makeup and her upswept blonde hair. The ice in her brown gaze as she stared at the camera with a learned smile said she wasn’t exactly happy, but her posture spoke of elegance and grace, regardless of her emotions.

Gian and Elena, Abriella had said.

Was that the woman’s name?

Elena?

“When was that?” Cara asked.

Abriella turned the page, showcasing new photos, with Gian standing next to the very obvious bride. Both wore rings, as that too had been photographed, their hands laying one on top of the other.

“Abriella, when was that wedding?” Cara demanded, ripping the album from her.

“Whoa, relax.”

Cara flipped through more photos, progressively getting more irritated as she went. “When?”

“Three years ago. I flew in with my grandfather. Joel came, too. The invitation was basically for everyone, but only a couple of us went. Pretty common for famiglia weddings.”

Cara couldn’t breathe.

“He was married.”

It didn’t even come out as a question.