Don Elio looks at me over his eyeglasses and then nods.
“That’s correct. I have it all on this paper. I need you to be on time for your appointments.”
“No worries, Don Elio.”
“Bene.”
I take the paper, nod, and push off the chair. I walk out of my room and down the hall to Mia’s room. I can’t believe that Don Elio has permitted us to go to the club, Hellion.
I knock on the door and walk in. I feel like a zombie; my brain is mush. I stare at Mia, painting her toenails.
“Yeah, Vee, what’s wrong,” She says, placing the polish on the nightstand.
“I’m getting married in three weeks,” I say, wide-eyed.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe that it’s starting. I don’t like it because I’m next. I’m not happy about it,” Mia says, hugging me.
“Here’s the schedule, and I need you to go with me and be my maid of honor,” I say, pulling away from her.
Mia takes the paper and reads the schedule and then she sits on the bed.
“It’s happening,” Mia hums, looking out the window.
“Yes, it is. We need to go shopping after I select a wedding dress.”
“Yes, we do need to buy dresses for the club, engagement party, and anything else that comes up.”
“Yeah! Did you see that we’re going to the club tomorrow night? Maybe we can have fun, sort of a bachelorette party.”
“Yes, we will have fun. We deserve a little fun,” Mia says, smiling.
“Yes, we will have fun. But best of all, we have each other.”
I lean back into the seat, closing my eyes. I’m so tired; it’s been a long day. I selected a beautiful wedding gown and several dresses for all of the events. It was fun shopping for the wedding, even if I don’t know the man I’m going to marry. But that’s not a surprise; I knew it was going to happen.
I close my eyes, inhale, and exhale, trying to release the tension. I open my eyes and adjust the black dress that crosses down my back. I chew my lower lip, thinking of meeting my fiancé. It’s a possibility, Don Elio said. I think that I will meet him because he requested that I attend. I look out the window at the bright lights.
“Mia, did you see that we have two additional Soldiers,” I say, looking out the window.
“Yeah, look at the line at the club,” Mia squeals.
“Wow, will we even get in?”
“I hope so,” Mia says, nodding.
The SUV stops at the door to the Hellion Club. The Soldiers stand around the SUV, and Faro opens the door.
We slide out, and I stare at the line, chewing my lip.
“This way, Ms. Conti,” Faro says, walking ahead of us.
We follow him, walking up to the door. I’m so embarrassed that the people in line glare at us. The guards at the door allow us in, and a guard escorts us to the top floor. We’re being treated like Principessa.
The place is busy, the people swaying to the loud music, and it’s exciting since we’ve never been to a club before. The table is reserved for us, and the barmaid waits for us.
“Oh my god! Look at this place,” Mia says, looking around.
“Yes, it is nice. Don Elio said that the Bratva owns it,” I say, sitting on the chair.
