Page 32 of Pomegranate Seeds

Priscilla

“Are you ready?” I called to the living room.

“Yes!” Kira and Beatrice shouted at the same time for the third time. I was a huge tease, but they still loved me.

After I came back to New York, we started the wedding preparations right away. Everybody was shocked to know I was engaged, especially Kira. I told her how it was love at first sight, and I was sure Antonio was my prince charming. She was a little skeptical but didn’t kill my vibe like Gabriele occasionally did.

Today I was showing them my wedding dress. I didn’t go to a store to look for one. I already knew what I was going to wear. It was not like I was not planning my wedding since I was five.

I got a white silk Vivienne Westwood, and it looked absolutely stunning on me. It needed some alterations, but I was ready to show it to my friends. The seamstress also waited in the living room with them.

I decided they begged me enough and made my great big entrance.

They clapped with their mouths hanging open. “Your boobs look amazing!” Kira chirped from the sofa.

I beamed down to them. “I know!”

My shoulders were naked, and the dress was practically hanging from my chest. It was a great choice for my body type. Also, it had a slit because I could use every opportunity in the world to show off my legs. I loved my body and wanted to choose a dress that would make everyone worship it.

I deserved it.

The seamstress came up to me and got on her knees to put some needles on my skirt. “Your groom is going to lose his mind when he sees you,” she said, smiling.

A giggle took over me. “You have no idea.” I wondered if there was really something that could make Antonio Mazzoni lose his mind. I wondered if I could ever be that thing.

Kira shook her head. “Prisy, he can be the Ice King all he wants. This dress is going to melt him up.”

She was not hundred percent in favor of this marriage. I could see that she was afraid Antonio might upset me and that he was not the one, but she knew how much it meant to me. She could see how much I believed he was my one true love, so she gave all her support. I loved her for that. She was a great friend.

I gave her a grateful smile. I have been giving those a lot lately.

Then I turned to Beatrice, who was holding her son close. “What do you think, Lady Beatrice?” I always called her that because she always acted just like that.

She gave me a beautiful delicate smile. “You are going to give Heartless a heart attack.”

“Oh, I love that.” I really wanted to affect him deeply. I wanted to fuck the logic right out of him.

I could see that Antonio felt more for me than he let out. He didn’t seem emotionless to me. I thought he was just confused. He needed help, and I wanted to help him, but first, he was supposed to let me in.

When he kissed me after giving me his mother’s ring, it felt much more special than before. I thought maybe it was because of the ring or the engagement, but it was not it. I could feel him letting go. He let go of his logic just for that kiss.

He did until Gabriele came into the room and threatened to kill him.

I giggled at the memory.

“What are you laughing at?” Kira asked, smiling. She was smiling so much these days. The skeletons in her closet were really skeletons now.

I shook my head with amusement. “Just remembered how Gabriele almost killed Antonio because he kissed me.”

Both women laughed at the memory. At the same time, the seamstress finished pinning my dress down. “Can I take it off?” I asked, and she nodded.

“I thought you would be wearing it all day,” Beatrice said.

“Of course not. I want the magic to remain until the wedding day. I need so much of that to enchant Antonio. It is my best chance.” They both looked at me with amusement and a little bit of horror. I put my hands on my hip and looked at Beatrice. “Tell me, how did you make Roberto fall in love with you? I feel like they are similar.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes, but she even did that with elegance. Everything about her was just small and delicate and pretty. “Well, for one, Roberto wasn’t called the Heartless, but I believe if there is a person who can touch that nonexistent heart, it is you, my dear.”

I put my hand in my heart. “Damn, you are sweet. No wonder you made him a puppy for you.”

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