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“Yeah, wheel my ass up close. I don’t want to squint too.”
“Could you lighten up?”
“Says the man who hasn’t smiled,” he mocked.
Sal’s body relaxed back into the black leather, and he swung his head high and around our path.
“I never imagined so many flowers and white at your wedding.”
“There’s black too.”
“I expected that.”
“What did you envision?”
I asked and made contact with three pairs of eyes.
My brothers stood at alert by the altar canopy facing the crowd and watched as I rolled Sal closer to the front row.
“I don’t know. Not this. It’s beautiful, almost dreamlike.”
“Well, you aren’t sleeping, and this isn’t a dream. It’s just what Katia wanted.” I scratched my throat and pushed him forward to the front row. The spot closest to me.
“Lucca.” Sal wheezed, and his fingers waved for me to get closer.
I stepped up before him and lowered.
Shock flooded my senses as his warm and wrinkled hand pressed against the same cheek my mother had once held. But as I stared at his brown eyes, I found my mother staring back at me.
The touch didn’t last but mere seconds, but it was long enough to knock me into a daze.
“I’m proud of you,figlio. She would’ve been too.”
“Don’t go soft on me now,” I croaked through my tightening throat.
“Never.” Sal smirked.
I cleared my throat and straightened. It was just another wedding. I had attended many, and somehow this one felt different. Vulnerable.
“Lucca.” My attention was drawn to the sound of Viktor calling out my name.
We met in the middle, and he pulled out an envelope. There was no need for explanation. With a quick nod, I took the envelope and placed it inside my suit jacket.
It was hers.
“I must return to Katia and bring her down to her father. The ceremony is starting in minutes.”
“Go,” I ordered with a dip of my chin.
Viktor’s blond hair disappeared among the crowd, and I took a deep breath, scanning over all faces and corners. Slowly my steps carried me between two bodies.
“Everything is secure,” Ilias whispered with a brisk glance.
Good.
“I don’t think I can place my back behind so many people,” Arlo muttered, tugging at his cuffs. His discomfort was apparent, and while I too felt vulnerable with so many people out in the open, evil roamed, outweighing the pure.
“If you don’t wish to sit in the front row, don’tfratello.A seating arrangement doesn’t reflect your importance in our world or mine.”
