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I stopped him by grabbing his arm. He wanted to be there for me because Enzo couldn’t. Ignazio loved my brother, he was the only person who felt his loss just like I did, so how could I say no that?

“Ignazio, I would love nothing more. Thank you.”

“Thank you, miss Muse, for such a privilege. I’ll give Roman a call, tell him we’re on the move and he has to send everyone to the venue. Boss, do you want me to bring the car around?”

“No, we’ll take my Jag. Call Roman while I get Muse settled.”

In three minutes, we were ready to go and just when Gino started the engine, I saw Catherinelle running towards us with her hands up in the air. Her hair was still wet, she only had lipstick on her lower lip, she was covered in a pink silk robe and barefoot.

Gino lowered his window and Cat shoved her hand inside grabbing his tie.

“Take me with you.”

“What the hell, Catherinelle!” He barked at her, but I’ve learned that the more they screamed at each other, the more they loved each other, “Get the hell back in the house.”

“You are NOT getting married without me, Gino. I won’t let you.”

“I will do whatever I want. Go back, Cat, this is not about you.”

“You’re my brother. You’re my only brother. How would you feel if I did this to you?”

“Relieved. Your wedding will be a pain in my ass. Let go of me now.”

“No! Muse, tell him. You’re taking Ignazio: why can’t you take me? Muse!” She was almost in tears. Of course I couldn’t do this to her.

I smiled at her and winked.

“Come on, Cat. Get in the back with Ignazio.

This was it. This was our story. We got married in a small church in the suburbs, with Ignazio and Catherinelle as our witnesses. The service was short, and we exchanged vows and I knew in that moment that nothing would ever match that moment of pure, untouchable happiness I felt while Gino Nucci made me his wife.

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