‘Why?’

‘Better to let him get it out of his system now than at the wedding.’

‘He’s not coming to the wedding. I’ve told him he’s not welcome.’

Even though the movement hurt, he couldn’t stop the smile forming. ‘You don’t mean that.’

‘Don’t I?’

‘No, you don’t.’ He knew how close the Mondelli siblings were.

‘I told you, I don’t like being told what to do. I’ve had it up to here with my brother thinking he can run my life.’ She slumped onto the single sofa and rubbed her eyes, smudging her make-up. ‘Did you know I always refused to do any work for the House of Mondelli?’

aware of that—Rocco always said he thought it was a shame, as

thought our relationship had reached the stage where he regarded me as his equal, as Alessandra Mondelli, not just as his little sister. I wanted to be employed for

a choking growl and slumped on the sofa, bending her head forward, her long hair falling like a sheet before her until she tossed her head back and sighed. ‘I love my brother but he has to accept I’m not a child any more. I’m an adult. I make my own decisions. He doesn’t have to like

shock to him.

and swallowed. ‘So much for averting a scandal; how long do you

no need for the press to

perfectly plucked dark brow. ‘We were seen by at least a dozen people leaving the House of Mondelli, you with an ice pack stuck to your nose. Have you looked in the mirror?’ She didn’t give him the chance to reply. ‘You’ve already got two

dark sunglasses. No one

‘That’s not even funny.’

leaned forward and spoke forcefully. ‘There will be no scandal. We will cut the press off at

‘How?’

announcing our marriage. We will send out a

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