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.

about 2 days ago, was now the new talk of Seattle, they were calling it gang wars, blaming the Mexicans and I’m sure that is what Marco and Deno

reason the thoughts of us together, his naked body on top of mine, the taste of his lips as he kissed me with such abandoned play in my head and I find the courage not to go to him

to Leonardo who looks striking, with his now short-cropped hair and linen white suit and 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 give her permission. She

is better than the other men but as I look at him enter the Church with Ilaria, like all these Italian Made-Men with their big rings and

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

looking very handsome today, in a Navy-blue

my sister's Bachelorette and with Matteo now permanently serving as a watchdog

would have it by now," I tell him as a small smile peeks through

you say the sweetest things

is my only chance for the day to let him know what happened,

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

the ballroom. My eyes land on my stepmother who is dressed in a lime green Vera

mind because I know for a fact that my stepmother wants me to get married but didn’t want Guilia to, and