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Ignoring him, I get to the point. The faster this conversation is over, the faster he can get the hell out of my house.
“My wife likes to take in castaways. I don’t blame her, after everything she’s been through. She pretends she doesn’t, but she trusts easily.” Grayson nods. “Don’t let her down, Grayson.”
“I won’t. I want what she wants.”
I understand the sentiment. While I was always surrounded by my family, my wife was left floating around, feeling like an outsider. But that doesn’t change a damn thing. As much as I want this for her, I also don’t want it to backfire.
* * *
Standing at the end of the altar for the second time, one would think it’d feel like an inconvenience, but I’d marry her a thousand times over, even if these Catholic ceremonies take forever.
This is the wedding she always should’ve had.
I’ve already done my walk. The music changes, and I’m shocked to see the women walking out in white dresses and bloodred bouquets of roses. Anya and I have stayed out of the wedding planning, so this whole evening will be a surprise for us both.
The first to come down are Bash and Donna as the best man and maid of honor. Bash gives me his version of a full smile, while Donna beams from ear to ear with tears in her eyes. It’s hard to believe she chewed my ass out this morning after catching me in bed with my wife. I suppress my laugh at the memory.
After the tea ceremony, Donna and Maya informed me that Anya was to stay at a hotel because it’s “bad luck for the bride and groom.” They conveniently forgot to let me know sooner. It’s a load of shit if you ask me. We’re already married, as I tried to argue with the Outfit Princess, and we slept together the night before our first wedding.
Neither Donna nor Maya would hear of it, so they left with my wife. It took less than two seconds to find her reservation and locate her. I snuck into her room in the middle of the night, only to be woken up hours later with a screaming Donna standing in the doorway with steam shooting out of her ears. If looks could kill, I would’ve been incinerated.
Whatever. I’m a grown ass man. I don’t need to sneak around to see my wife, dammit.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I watch the rest of the party come out, Dominic arm in arm with a smiling Maya. Enzo and Liling follow in suit. Dante and Max wrap up the wedding party. A gallery ofawwstrickles over the audience as little Dot, Tao and Skylar’s three-year-old, twirls down the aisle, putting on her best flower-girl performance.
The doors close, and the music shifts, signaling the guests to rise.
This is it, once and for all. After today, Anya and I can go back to being just us. I promised her things would get better after this. The doors reopen, where I’m awestruck with the most beautiful sight.
Regal.
Timeless.
Breathtaking.
Abloodyvision is what she is.
And looking so petite, compared to Cesare’s large frame.
She’s smiling her formal smile, but the minute we lock eyes, she beams.
This wedding dress looks nothing like her original. This one is deep bloodred, with long, delicately laced sleeves and a plunging neckline and a skirt that falls gently over her curves. My eyes travel to her breasts before her face, and her expression shows she caught me. This gown feels more like my wife, the dragon head. Her hair is down, large waves cascading her frame,and her bangs are tucked behind her ears, giving it that classic, timeless look. She floats along the aisle like the little devil she is, white roses in hand.
The Triad families bow as she passes each row. The sight of her smile, dimple on display, rips the air from my lungs. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. The view is overwhelming.
I palm my chest and adjust my tie. Only when she finally makes it to me do I straighten my shoulders as Cesare gives me her hand before kissing her cheek.
“Take care of my girl,” he says as she rolls her eyes with a shy smile.
I can’t take my eyes off of her. Once Cesare takes his seat, the ceremony begins, and we make our vows again.
* * *
The reception is bigger than either of us wanted, thanks to Ma, but we didn’t care. All that matters is that the whole world now knows she’s mine. And her family is here, even Grayson.
The stunt I pulled last summer was an asshole move, but I’m not a patient man. Besides, I’ve remedied the situation. Got the bullet wound to show for it. I still apologize every time she mentions how happy she is that Cesare can walk her down the aisle.
Getting to the reception was a flurry of events. From photos to relocating to the venue to our first dance. Anya wraps up with Cesare as I dance with my mother before we part ways to mingle with the guests.
