“Maverick didn’t nobody say that, and we don’t even know what we’re having,” I smacked his hand away from me.
Everyone didn’t know if they should clap to congratulate us or run with how quick his attitude changed. “To baby Caselli,” Corleon lifted his champagne glass, and cheered.
Everyone cheered. “To baby Caselli.”
I’d spend forever and a day with Menace Caselli. I searched his eyes as he did mine, and then we kissed each other. “I love you, Wanda.”
“Love you, Mitchell.”
I was Stevie Caselli, and I was married to the ghost, the rumor,theMenace Caselli.
The End.