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No… this kill is going to take a lot of thought and some patience.

Chapter Thirteen

SERENA

Three Years Later…

Staring at myself in the mirror, I still can’t believe I’m getting married.

Is this really happening?

I’m having a hard time believing I’m trying on a wedding dress, knowing it won’t be long until I say, “I do.”

Liv and Rachel stand behind me with tears in their eyes.

“You are gorgeous, Serena. Luca is going to die when he sees you in that dress.”

Here we are at the bridal store, finalizing any last-minute adjustments to my wedding gown. It’s just two weeks until I get married, and it’s happening faster than I ever expected.

I asked Rachel and Liv to be my bridesmaids. They both stuck by me when things were tough, so it’s only right I have them both standing beside me on my wedding day.

When Luca asked me to marry him, Harley was the first person I thought of, and how I expected it’d always be him down on one knee. But I have had no contact with Harley since the funeral when he asked me to wait for him.

Not one text in three years.

He totally ghosted me.

Harley hasn’t come out and said, “it’s over,” but three years is a long time to wait for someone, and I don’t want to keep living in limbo.

Luca supported me when Harley wasn’t there. I never thought I’d end up with Luca Clemente, a man who annoyed me to the point I stopped going to the Clementes for Christmas.

My dad had always hoped for this, and honestly, he had nothing to do with our relationship. It was all Luca.

Two years had passed, and I gave it one last shot to speak to Harley. So I headed to the clubhouse to find him. All he had to do was look me in the eye and say he didn’t love me anymore and that it was over. But instead of facing me, he cowardly refused to see me.

The biker at the entrance to the clubhouse claimed he was on club business, but I didn’t believe him because his motorcycle was parked out in front. He could have had the decency to be honest and tell me it’s over, but he didn’t.

Another year had gone by, and I wasn’t eating or sleeping well. My father was worried about my health, so he decided to send me on a trip to Mexico for a holiday with Rachel. It was exactly what the doctor ordered.

The beaches were hypnotizing, and the people were so friendly and relaxed. I had a lot of fun and took the time to focus on myself. But Harley kept popping into my head—how I felt so loved when he hugged me, and how when he kissed me, my skin would erupt in goose bumps—it’s something I can’t forget.

We had been on vacation for one week when Luca showed up at our front door. Rachel and I had a great house that was situated right on the beach. My father paid for a hotel room, which was lovely, but when we stumbled on this home, we rented it immediately.

Rachel and I spent time together. We went dancing and relaxed in the sun.

Then one day, there was a knock on our door, and when I answered it, I was surprised to find Luca there with a big smile.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Luca had been asking me on a date for over a year until one night, I finally agreed. I was lonely and still lovesick over Harley. He had taken me out to dinner at a beautiful restaurant, and for the first time, I didn’t feel like I needed to distance myself from him. I had to admit, he was handsome—curly black hair with green eyes and dressed well. The date ended great, but I didn’t accept another date after that night. I was just not in the right headspace.

On the night Luca arrived in Mexico, Rachel and I organized a cozy night with food, wine, and a movie. He asked if he could take Rachel and me out to a nearby seafood spot. It was a place we had wanted to check out for a while, but it was pricey. So when Luca suggested it, we couldn’t refuse. It’s a beautiful restaurant at the end of the pier, giving the feeling of being suspended over the ocean while feasting on exquisite seafood.

That night, Luca and I exchanged a few glances, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed his company. Luca mentioned he was on a business trip to Mexico and had heard we were on vacation in this area. He has a house he purchased on Cozumel, a Mexican island you can catch by boat, and he talked all night about this house, how he designed it, and how proud he was of it.

By the end of the evening, Rachel and I had agreed to a sightseeing tour Luca wanted to take us on, which included a cruise on his boat. Now when I say boat, that’s an understatement. It’s more like a yacht.

The next morning arrived, and the sun was beaming. Rachel said she wasn’t feeling well, and I offered to cancel with Luca, but she said I shouldn’t have to stay home just because she was feeling sick. I wanted to stay and look after her, but she kept insisting I go and enjoy myself.

Thinking back on it now, it was probably something she and Luca had planned to get me alone with him.

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