Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

I see Serena comparing dresses and she’s obviously isn’t liking hers very much when everyone gushes about Guilia’s dress, including her mother, Ilaria. In fact, for all Ilaria’s bitchiness, she has been a dream the entire wedding. She even backed ten dozen biscuits and 4 cakes just because she knows Guilia likes her cakes. I want to believe her niceness is real, I really do but I can’t.

“You look beautiful too Serena.” She beams at me and I wink before I grab my phone from the passage table and begin to walk down before my sister. The amount of people in our entrance hall is an easy sixty. From our old Zia Irene to our Uncle Thomas, and Capo Marcello standing next to Nicole, they were all here, seeing their not so virgin bride walking down the stairs before she gets to the car.

Deno is waiting downstairs, looking exceptionally neat in a tuxedo.

Our house is packed and it feels like a funeral the way everyone is glaring at me. It is almost like they all know my secrets like they can see I am hiding something or someone.

I know that is not possible. The phone in my hand vibrates at that moment. A reminder of that secret and what I now have to do.

A lot can happen in a few months, including losing your virginity to a man you have no intention of marrying. And My father is standing downstairs waiting to give my sister to the man I once thought I would marry.

Slow steps, one at a time, down I go, people whisper as I finally reach the bottom stairs.

After a quick, run and greet as my sister’s maid of honor, we take a half-hour to get to the Catholic Church.

the news I heard this morning pops in my head. The shootout at the docks about 2 days ago, was now the new talk of Seattle, they were calling it gang wars, blaming the

his naked body on top of mine, the taste of his lips as he kissed me with such abandoned play in my

blue tie waiting next to his brothers’ looking every bit the nervous groom. My sister has grown fond of him. But now and again I still catch her looking at me like she needs me to

men but as I look at him enter the Church with Ilaria, like all these Italian Made-Men with their big rings and so much power, I'm finding it very hard to convince myself that my Papa is

a woman after my own heart," Gabriel’s voice snaps me out

today, in a Navy-blue

seen him since the day of my sister's Bachelorette and with Matteo now permanently serving as a watchdog for my Papa, I couldn’t

I tell him as a small smile

the sweetest

knowing this is my only chance for the day to let

my cheek, “I’ll arrange the jet, Michel will let you know

land on my stepmother who is dressed in a lime green Vera Wang dress. She

stepmother wants me to get married but didn’t want