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Now that’s all changed because I’m marrying Connor. The fact my father is Joe Mancini is just an added bonus. The response from the public has been a mix, and Tim said that’s to be expected.
Mostly, it’s positive, aside from the broken hearts of women around America. To quote Fox News.
On my end, my phone has been going crazy with my relatives and friends from my other world. They’re shocked and wondering what my father thinks.
The answer is, he’s not happy. I haven’t heard from him since the news broke, but he’s expecting us for dinner, and I know he’ll have a lot to say.
Or he’ll threaten Connor and tell him to break it off.
I’m not sure. This is unchartered waters for me.
For tonight, I organized drinks with my friends so they understand this engagement doesn’t change anything. After this is all over, I will pick my life back up, and I want these three to be a part of it.
I won’t be a mafia princess—technically—and I won’t be a billionaire’s wife.
I’ll just be Mia.
Isabelle leaps off her stool and grabs my hand.
The Rock of Gibraltar is totally the star of the show. One of the morning shows did a whole segment on it. Even I learned a few things watching it on my phone in Connor’s office. When I glanced at him in surprise after hearing the diamond is graded a D on the DIA scale—the highest and most rare rating you could buy—he just shrugged.
“I could hardly get you a ring from Diamonds Are Us.”
“That’s not even a real place.” I laughed, but I knew what he meant. A billionaire would buy the woman he loved an important ring of value.
Isabelle squeezes my fingers and gasps. “I can’t believe you’re marrying Connor Barrett. You kept that a big secret. Oh my God, look at this thing.”
“It’s insane,” Sienna says, ordering us two glasses of the house wine.
Our usual.
The plastic cards in my purse seem to be screaming at me. Along with Connor’sto make this look legit, you need to look like a blushing, happy bride-to-be and spend my money.
“Let me, Sen.” I grab the bartender’s attention. “Two bottles of your best champagne.” I wave the black plastic at him, and his eyes widen as he nods.
Sienna frowns at me.
“The chardonnay would’ve been fine,” she mutters, then slips onto a stool.
I’m stuck in the middle of trying to bejust Miaand also keeping up with this billionaire’s wife charade. It’s impossible.
I want to tell her, but I can’t. It’s too risky, and I promised Connor. I trust Sienna, but she doesn’t know the stakes here, and if for some reason she said something, it would impact a lot of people.
And Connor’s organization.
And my future.
“I can’t believe you’re the mafia princess,” Duncan says, shaking his head. “Mancini. I remember seeing your photo in the paper when I was much younger. You had this black dress on...Was it a funeral?”
My mother’s. But I keep that to myself. I want this to be a happy night.
“Can’t believe I didn’t piece it together,” he continues.
Isabelle wriggles in her seat excitedly as the flutes are placed in front of us and the champagne corks popped.
Dom Perignon.
Not my favorite, but it looks fancy enough.
