Page 181 of My Mafia Queen

We all set ourselves in motion, and minutes later, we climb into a vintage limousine.

“You look pale,” Jen says, checking my face.

“You’d be pale too if this was your wedding day.”

“True,” she admits.

Luckily, the trip is short.

The church is ready for our special day, and the crowd is a mix of locals and people who’ve traveled from New York and LA.

My aunt is here, and Stella is here with her kid.

She broke up with my father before he moved out of LA.

He gave her no money––as expected––but I gave her everything I had left.

She had no regrets that he didn’t want to share‘his luck’with her.

She’s happy she’s alive and that he’s moved on with his life.

No one knows exactly where.

The men are here too.

Vito, holding the leash of Tina’s dog.

And the fluffy pooch.

“I need to borrow him,” I say to my sister. “If you don’t mind.”

She takes the leash and lifts her dog up from the ground.

“Go ahead,” she says, smiling.

Vito wears a sharp suit and a smug smile when I loop my arm through his, and he walks me down the aisle.

With everything going on around me, I can only focus on two things. The man waiting for me at the altar and the thought spinning in my head.

Time warps as I stand next to Damaso, mesmerized, shy, passionate, loving, and brimming with anticipation.

My heart beats in my throat when I say I do.

His eyes dive into mine more than once while he attempts to read my soul.

And my soul is a mess as it’s filled with love and excitement.

He knows I hold something back from him.

This man knows everything, but we go ahead with what we’re doing.

The ceremony is beautiful, memorable, and cinematic in many ways. Getting married here is like stepping back into the past. To that, add the magic of the decor, the people attending the wedding, and the man standing next to me.

If I’ve never fallen in love with Damaso Salla, this would be the moment to do it.

He oozes sheer magnetism, decked out in a sharp three-piece suit, moving his piercing eyes over my face and having his lips slightly arched into a soft smile.

My dress is stunning, yet he can’t take his eyes away from my face.

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