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“You’re dreamy look tells me that isn’t possible either.”
The door to the suite opens, and Gianna pokes her head in. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” The Vor’s wife enters with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. “The groom is getting nervous, so I thought I would bring you this and see if you’re ready to say your vows.”
“These are beautiful.” I accept the flowers and inhale the scent of Calla Lillys. “I love the simple elegance.”
“Oh, good. I wasn’t sure if you wanted something more elaborate.” She touches the crown of black roses in her hair. “These are my favorite, so my Sicilian aesthetic can’t always be trusted.”
“I adore it,” Stasia states firmly. “You chose perfectly.”
Gianna takes both our hands. “I can’t wait for all of us to become friends. I’m stuck with men ninety percent of the time and need a girl gang to hang out with.”
“You can be the president,” Stasia replies as she waves her hand around the suite. “You arranged the whole day with just a flick of your wand.”
“All I did was tell my cousin I needed the suite.” She looks around the room. “The rest was Yuri. He chose the menu for the wedding lunch and had the flowers delivered.”
The strains of the Flower duet flow into the room. “Is that Yuri’s way of telling me it’s time?”
Gianna looks over her shoulder and nods. “The only time mobsters get impatient is when they are waiting for their beloved to say yes.”
“I’m not his beloved.”
“Are you sure about that?” She squeezes my hand and then walks out of the room.
“Damn. The woman knows how to make an exit.” Stasia leads me to the door. “Let’s get you married.”
“Might as well. I am wearing a white dress, after all.”
“Yeah, it would be a shame to waste it.”
I squeeze her hand and follow her out of the room, praying I survive whatever awaits.
Yuri
I study my wife across the suite and feel deeply satisfied.
“Congratulations.”
The Vor’s wife hands me a glass of champagne and I accept it. “I’m surprised to hear you say that since you were against this union.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“Bratva Tinder. Telling my wife that marrying someone she had no feelings for was a better option.”
“I’m surprised neither of you saw through my ruse.”
“Ruse?” I down the champagne. “What are you talking about?”
“If I had gone to Lina and told her you were the best option, she would’ve resisted. She is in a precarious position and needs to feel like she has some say over her life.”
“Are you saying I’m the best choice for her?”
“Of course.”
“That’s manipulative.”
“No, it’s not. It’s simply ensuring that two people don’t get in their own way when traversing the road to a happy ever after.”
