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There’s some tittering around the room. Romano squeezes my hands tight. I look into his eyes and my spirit calms.
“Romano Giancarlo Monti, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, until death do you part?”
“Your middle name’s Giancarlo?” I whisper to him.
His smile widens. “Yeah.” He raises his voice, “And yes, I do.”
“Then I now pronounce you man and wife. Romano, you may kiss the bride.”
He takes me by the arms, pulls me to him, and kisses me hard. I get lost in it, our tongues tangling together, my hands clutching the lapels of his morning coat, as he devours my mouth.
Honestly, it’s the best wedding I could ever have imagined.
Aunt Ludovica has reserved an entire restaurant for us close by and we drive there in two cars with blacked out windows. I hold onto Romano’s hand, and he strokes my ring finger over and over, like a carnivore peeing on his territory. His gaze on me is hot and dark with desire. I squirm in my seat, feeling wet.
I cannot wait for us to be alone.
I have a feeling he has quite a treat waiting for me.
The staff is waiting as we step into the door, and they burst into song. After a moment, I recognized it as Luther Vandross’ So Amazing. Romano holds out his hand to me and I take it. He leads me to the space in the middle of the floor and whirls me around with practiced skill. He is such a graceful dancer. Every new thing I learn about him makes me feel even more fortunate.
After the dance, we sit down to a buffet breakfast with everything from steak and eggs to potatoes, toast, chicken and waffles, cornflakes and porridge, mimosas, fruits, coffee, tea and cocoa. It’s quite the spread. I want to eat everything, but I can’t. Also, I don’t want to be too full for whatever Romano has planned for the rest of the day.
We take our time, eating and talking. It’s nice. Father Lorenzo is fascinated by my aunt, and they seem to have a very intense conversation that I’m unable to hear. I lean into Romano. “What if those two end up…” I whisper as I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
He looks in the direction I’m looking, “Who, Father Lorenzo? Nah, he’s a true believer in his vows and whatnot.”
I give him a sidelong glance. “He is father confessor to the mafia. How devoted to his vows can he be?”
Romano smiles, shrugging, “I’ve known him for years and I still can’t tell you how that cognitive dissonance works, but it does.”
I stare at him, impressed by his complex thinking even though I shouldn’t be by now. He leans into me, smirking. “Take a picture. It might last longer.”
I can’t help blushing. I’m just really hungry for this man. “We should hurry up and consummate our marriage before someone discovers it.”
He chuckles, amused, “Good thinking, my dear wife.”
Taking my hand, he gets to his feet. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure to celebrate our marriage with you. Now we need to go home and make it official.”
Mark immediately wolf whistles, grinning like a loon as he raises his mimosa. “Yeah, you should gerrit.”
Romano shows him the middle finger before pulling me towards the door. Our exit is marked by cheers and catcalls. I almost skip out the door, so eager for the next part am I.
“Romano!”
We stop and turn to see Mark hurrying towards us, a big smile on his face.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Romano asks.
Mark shakes his head. “I just wanted to say a real congrats to you. I know how almost impossible it is to find the woman of your dreams in our line of work and I wanted you to know that I’m really happy for you.”
Romano smirks, punching Mark softly on the shoulder. “Man, don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me.”
Mark grins, “Ach,” he waves a hand shyly, “So what if I am. I’d say the occasion warrants a little softness.”
The smirk drops from Romano’s face and he claps Mark on the shoulder, “Thanks man. I can’t wait for when it’s your turn.”
Mark snorts, shaking his head. “Hey just coz you fell in love, don’t start thinking it happens to everyone.”
