“Mia. Oh, thank God! Sofia is freaking out. She ripped her dress. Come help.” Izzy pulls me down the hall and into a sitting room I’ve never seen before.
“What’s going on?” I look around the room and see chaos.
“Mia! Thank goodness. My dress is ripped. Look!” Sofia brings me over to her dress.
The dress she chose is a beautiful form-fitting, trumpet-style dress. The only problem with it now is the huge gash in the back, effectively cutting the zipper out.
“What happened to it?”
Sofia looks in the direction of three women in the corner.
“Seems as if no one knows. I stepped into bathroom and came back to this.”
I look back to the women. One is an older lady. She’s dressed in a pale white dress with red pumps. I tear my gaze from her and look at the other two. They are sitting down, getting their hair done while they chat animatedly. One looks like she’s still in high school. Young and gorgeous, if I’m being honest. She looks sweet and innocent, but I know better than anyone that looks can be deceiving. The other one is older, but still much younger than the lady in white. She looks a little heavier than the other two, but you can see the resemblance between all three. She looks our way, but quickly diverts her attention.
“Who are they?” I turn back to Sofia and still see her fuming.
“Bash’s mother and sisters. I don’t know which one did it, but I’m sure his mother was the mastermind. Cunt.”
“Whoa. Take a deep breath, Sof. I can fix this. What color is Bash’s tie?”
She looks at me, panicked. “I don’t know.”
I turn to Izzy. “You. Go find the men. Find out what color Bash is wearing. Tell Matt when you find it.”
She lets out a sigh but turns and leaves the room. I pop my head out behind her.
“Matt, I need scissors or a knife right now. Then find me a sewing kit. If you can’t find one, get me the first aid kit. Hurry.”
He reaches into his pocket and hands me a knife before picking up his phone. I shut the door and go back to the dress.
“Let’s make this beautiful, Sof.”
Isabel
Why do I always get stuck with these tasks?
It isn’t really the task bothering me. I’m most likely going to see Giovanni. My heart starts racing at the thought.
Settle down, you stupid little traitor.
I thought I was over this. Over him. Then almost a year ago, he waltzed back into my life.
That’s not entirely true. I always had to see him when the family came into Bello Italiano. It had been easier to ignore him then. He didn’t try to talk to me as much. He respected the boundaries I had set five years ago.
Now, I find him around every corner. It’s like he’s everywhere I go.
I stop outside the door to the library, where I know the men are getting ready. I look down. I’m in a button-up shirt with jeans. I haven’t had a chance to change yet, so I feel frumpy. I mean, my hair is done, falling in curls down my shoulders and back, while being pinned back from my face. My makeup is also done. Sofia wanted us done first so there was enough time, leaving the last minutes for Bash’s family.
I also think she arranged it this way because his mother grates on her nerves. They have had some sort of weird feud going on ever since their engagement was announced. I guess Mama Catalini didn’t take the news well.
I take a deep breath before I knock on the door. Moments later, the door opens.
“Yes?”
I smile, grateful Lo answers the door instead of Giovanni. “I need to know what color tie Bash is wearing.”
He chuckles as he opens the door wider. I kill him a million different ways in my head when my gaze lands on Giovanni. My eyes greedily take in his appearance as my mind screams for them to stop.
