Page 100 of Unspoken Obsession

FRANKIE

Dante has booked out the entire restaurant in Sierra Nevada on the side of the mountain so that we can get married there.

We have decided not to invite anyone. It will just be us, and Clarissa will join us to take care of Damion.

We both feel as though we don't have anyone to prove anything to and in all the world, this moment is just for us. It's not for the media, it's not for our business allies, it's not for anyone except for our close little family. It is our own personal expression of love.

I get a sense of sadness from Dante on the flight to Sierra Nevada. He is thinking about his sister. She is the one person who he would have wanted here.

I shift close to him and rest my head on his shoulder. We both watch Damion and Clarissa chatting about the story she has just read him.

I glance down at my finger to admire the engagement ring Dante bought for me the day after we got engaged.

"I'm sorry I wasn't patient enough to wait." He says, seeing me looking at it.

"I think your proposal was perfect." I laugh.

"But I had this whole elaborate thing planned, and I hadn't even collected the ring yet - I just - I got impatient. I wanted to make you mine right then and there."

I slip my arm around his very defined abs and snuggle into him.

"Dante, I was yours before you asked me to marry you."

"I think you have been mine since the night we met at the gala all those years ago." He whispers against my hair, kissing the top of my head.

When we reach the restaurant on the edge of the mountain in Sierra Nevada, Dante takes Damion from me and tells me to look in my room at the hotel above the restaurant. Clarissa follows me, obviously up to something, she looks excited.

"What about Damion?" I ask as we walk up the stairs.

"Dante insisted he would take care of him for now."

I bite my lower lip, curious about what he is up to.

We get to my room and the key card he has given me unlocks the door.

I step inside and two women greet me with massive smiles.

I look at Clarissa in shock, the last thing I was expecting was for anyone to be in here.

She steps forward and introduces me to the woman. "This is Sammy -- she does make up - and this is Lisa, she does hair. We are all here to help you get ready for your really special day."

"But - but," I stammer.

"Yes, Dante said you would try to tell me you just wanted to keep it simple and not worry about going too fancy. But he told me you are a princess, and you deserve to look and feel like a princess."

"Who chose the dress?" I ask, walking towards the long, glittering dress hanging from the top of the closet door. I reach out and touch the delicate lace, stitched with pearls and glittering diamonds.

"Dante chose it. I think Damion had a few mumbles of input, but - yes - it was Dante."

"It's so beautiful," I say, overwhelmed by what he has done for me here.

I didn't want him to have to fuss or stress over anything because of everything he had already done for Damion and me. I thought we were just coming here for a quiet dinner and to sign our marriage certificate after exchanging vows in front of a priest.

This is so much more than I expected.

My eyes burn with the threat of tears and Clarissa pulls me into a hug. "That man loves you so much, sweetie. You are so incredibly lucky to have found someone who would do anything for you. Just enjoy it. He wanted to do all of this. In fact, he insisted on it."

"Did you help him?" I ask.

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