“Would you still be bothered by the fact he’s involved with the Outfit?” Abriella asked.
“You know I would.”
“Would you see him again?”
Lily didn’t know how to answer that or her stupid pride wouldn’t let her.
Abriella wasn’t looking for a response, apparently. “Yeah, I thought so.”
“Give it a chance,” Evelina said with a tiny grin beginning to form. “What will it hurt, Lily?”
Her heart.
Her beliefs.
Lily blurted out the first thing to come to her mind. “He said he wanted me to come to him willingly.”
“What do you mean?” Evelina asked.
“His bed.”
“Well, then …”
“Yeah,” Lily said with a sigh. “I didn’t expect that either. You know what that means, right?”
Abriella nodded. “Means he wants you, too.”
She was so fucked.
Lily’s gaze caught the store manager bringing back a beautiful slightly off-white, A-line dress with intricate beadwork along the sweetheart neckline. The gown, covered by delicate lace and trimmed with personal touches, instantly reminded Lily of the silver screen.
God, it was beautiful.
And she hadn’t even tried it on.
“That’s perfect,” Lily said softly.
Evelina and Abriella admired the wedding dress as the lady hung it on the opened door of the stall.
“It’s definitely classic,” Evelina said. “And you. It feels like you.”
Abriella glanced down at her vibrating phone. “Oh, got a response on the silk number.”
Lily laughed, happy for the joking reprieve from the seriousness. “Yeah?”
“Yep, from Damian.”
Lily’s heart found her throat. “You sent it to Damian?”
“I sent it to Theo and Dino, too.”
“Abriella!”
The girl just shrugged.
A troublemaker; that’s what she was.
Lily couldn’t help herself but ask, “God, what did he say?”