Page 203 of Sins of the Orchid
“Ah, my favorite sister,” Lorenzo exclaimed, and I shook my head.
“Your only sister,” I said.
He waved his hand in the air, like that little piece of information was irrelevant. “Are you ready to get this party started?” he asked.
With a firm nod, I lifted my long dress with both my hands and walked over to Dad. I met his gaze and caught his eyes, dark and glistening.
I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay, Dad.”
Inhaling deeply, he shook his head. “If only your mother could see you.”
I lowered my eyes to my bouquet. Orchids of every color.
“She’s watching, Dad,” I told him softly.
Ten minutes later, my clammy hands gripped the bouquet with one hand and my father’s arm with the other. I wasn’t nervous. Yet, my heart fluttered fast and light as my eyes met the dark gaze of my husband.
He watched me walk toward him, darkness and sin in his eyes offering me pure bliss for the rest of my life. I couldn’t wait.
As we walked down the aisle, my steps were just a bit too fast.
My heart too eager.
My love too endless.
Because Santino Russo was mine forever.
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