Page 32 of The Mafia Princess

“Good morning.”

They ate and talked. One of the brothers kept the girls laughing.

Remington stood and pressed a kiss to her head. “I’ll be in meetings most of the day, but I’ll see you this afternoon.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

The other girls came in, so she sat back with another cup of coffee and talked while they ate breakfast.

“So, I was looking through my dresses last night, and I found a few that might work,” Faith said.

“Me, too,” Beth said.

“Dresses for what?” Aryanna asked.

“The wedding,” Hope said.

“Whose wedding?” she asked and then was confused when they all started laughing.

“Yours,” Beth said.

She stiffened. “Wedding? That can’t be. Dammit. How many days do we have to get ready?”

The girls laughed again.

She picked up a Danish. “If you all keep laughing, I’ll throw this roll at you.”

Angel squeezed her arm. “You’re getting married today.”

Her mouth dropped open. “When was I going to be told?”

“We thought he might have already told you,” Beth asked. “He actually could have, but the way he talks makes it hard to understand him sometimes.”

Aryanna rolled her eyes at Beth’s joke and thought about the conversation they had the night before. She remembered being confused a few times and thought she said yes but hadn’t understood why she said it. God, could he have tricked her into marrying him?

Damn him. It wasn’t right. “Don’t we have to be engaged for more than a few hours?”

They smiled.

“I wasn’t engaged at all,” Hope said.

“Me, either,” Faith said.

“I don’t think any of us were. It’s just the way the family works,” Beth said. “But just think, you’ll officially be part of the family.”

Oh, hell.

Hope laughed. “That got her. Good job, Beth.”

Aryanna glared at Beth. “You’re as devious as the men.”

Beth shrugged. “I’ve been here awhile. I had to learn something from them.”

“Let’s get on with the dresses,” Angel said and stood.

“Fine, but I’m not going to make it easy on him. I want him to sweat a bit.”

They all giggled.

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