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Kyla lets go of my hand and hugs her friend. “I’m so sorry I left you there,” she says.
“Oh, you left? I didn’t notice.” Cassie shrugs.
“I really am sorry. I swear the family isn’t usually that insane.”
“Don’t listen to her. They’re always that insane,” Dante tells Cassie.
“I have a place, but we’re going to have to fly there.” I try to get everyone focused on the task at hand.
“Where?” Dante asks.
“There’s a palace. It’s in Caserta. We need to charter a plane,” I say.
Orlando looks to me. “A palace? You want to get hitched in a palace?”
“Yes, there’s a chapel there. We can get a priest to come to us,” I tell him.
“Right, only you would want to get married in a palace.” He shakes his head.
“I’m making Kyla my queen. She deserves nothing less than the best.”
“I really don’t need a palace, Lorenzo. We can just go to a courthouse or something,” Kyla says.
“No, we can’t. Sorry, babe, we need a priest,” I tell her.
“You don’t even go to church,” she’s quick to remind me.
“I do when it matters, and our vows matter.”
“They do.” She smiles. “We have the McKinley jet. I can just get the pilot to have it ready,” she offers.
“And the moment you do, they’re going to call your father,” Enzo tells her.
“Right. Sorry.” Kyla shakes her head.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this. Already booked a private jet. Let’s go,” Alessandro says. “Bet you’re glad I came along, now, aren’t you?”
“I am glad you are all here,” I say. Then I think about my parents and how fucking upset my mother is going to be about not being here to see this. Kyla’s mother too.
Fuck, can I really do this?
I know I told Kyla that it’s about us and that no one else matters. But family is important to both of us. Then again, my parents got married one drunken night in Vegas, so it’s not like they have much to say on the subject. At least Kyla and I are clear-headed.
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Everyone is busy trying to hunt down where all the kids have gone. They know better than to just disappear like this. The only blessing is that Tilly messaged to let us know that everyone was safe. She also said not to worry.
I’mnotworried. They will come back. Reilly and I decided to sit out by the pool with cocktails. We’re on our third one. I really want to ask if she should be drinking this much with the medications she’s taking, but I also don’t want to ruin the moment.
“Stop looking so bloody depressed, Holly.” Reilly kicks my leg with her foot. “I’m not dead…yet.”
“I can’t joke about this, Rye. It’s not funny,” I tell her.
“Come on, Holly. I refuse to live the rest of my coherent days acting like I’m already dead. We’ve had a great life, the kind many people can only dream of having.”
“I can’t imagine living without you. You’ve always been there—literally even in the womb, Rye. How am I supposed to go on without you?” I ask her.
“You go on like I’m still here. I’ll always live inside your heart, your soul. Death will not separate us, Holly. Besides, you’re no spring chicken yourself. It won’t bethat longuntil we see each other again.”
