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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Perfect Wedding
Julian's POVThe violin plays eight bars, and I forget all of them.I'm standing under the oak with my hands clasped in front of me, so hard the knuckles ache, looking at the far end of the white rows. Luca is on my right, as promised, in a black suit that makes him look like a closed door. The officiant stands a pace ahead of us, a gray-haired man in a plain gray coat with a small book he hasn't opened. The light is low and gold. It comes across the frozen grass at a slant and catches the breath of every guest as a thin white smoke.Layla comes first, in a hat the size of a cartwheel, crying already, walking as if the brim might take someone's eye. Hulio's wife is in the front row on the right, a handkerchief clenched in her fist. Hulio sits beside her, straight as a post, his stick across his knees. At the very back, in the last chair, a woman in a dark green dress has folded her hands and bowed her head. Katrina came. I look at her once, and she lifts her eyes, and neither of us sa
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Something Borrowed
Daphne's POVLayla wakes me at six with a hat.It's cream-colored, wide-brimmed, with a ribbon the exact shade of the moonstone, and it sits on the end of the bed like a small, elegant planet. She stands over it with her arms folded, still in her pajamas, her hair in a towel."My cousin finished it at two this morning," she says. "I told her it had to look like the plate. She said it was a good plate. She said it deserved better.""It's beautiful.""It's *enormous.* I'm going to take out someone's eye." She picks it up and puts it on, and the brim dips over one eyebrow. She turns her head slowly, as if testing for obstacles. "I'm a very large person today. Don't let me forget."I laugh, and my side doesn't mind. The room is full of gray, early light. On the back of the door hangs the garment bag, still zipped. I've been careful not to look at it since the fitting.We drive to the ranch with Luca at the wheel and the dress laid across the back seat under a clean sheet. Layla holds the
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Chair At The End
Julian's POVThe new barn smells of cut pine and lantern oil, and Eli is counting.He's standing between two rows of wooden crates stacked against the far wall, a tape measure around his neck and a pencil behind his ear, moving his lips. The long tables have been carried in and set end to end under strings of bare bulbs. Hulio's wife has covered one with white cloth and is arguing with Layla's cousin about the centerpieces. Out in the meadow, the last of the light is going, and a line of my men stand along the ridge like fence posts."Four hundred and twelve," Eli announces."Four hundred and twelve what?""Lanterns. I've checked each crate. Twice." He looks at me over the lid. "You said it involves a sky.""I said it might.""It's four hundred and twelve paper lanterns, Julian.""It's one for every name on the first list." I lean on a crate. "The one I wrote for the cathedral. I couldn't put them in a ballroom. I thought I could put them in the sky."He stares at me. "That's insane."
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Left Side
Daphne's POVEli doesn't speak for the whole length of the gravel road.He sits forward in the back seat with both hands on his knees, in the collared shirt, the one he saves for occasions. The guards at the fence line stare at him, and he stares back. When the barn comes into view, pale and new against the winter sky, he lets out a short breath that is almost a word."That's it?""That's it.""It looks like it's been there forever.""It was finished a few weeks ago," Julian says from the front, in the careful voice he's used since the boatyard. "Fourteen men. Hulio's still sore about it."Eli absorbs this. "Is he going to be sore at me?""He's going to be sore at everyone. Don't take it personally."I turn in my seat and look at my brother. He's chewing the inside of his cheek, and there's a small line between his eyebrows, the one I get, the one he says I get. He's rehearsed something. I can tell."You don't have to say anything clever.""I know.""You can just say hello.""I *know.
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Truck
Daphne's POVLuca finds him by the next morning, as he said he would.It's a gravel turnout behind a closed repair shop, at the edge of a town I've driven through twice in my life. A chain-link fence, a leaning sign, a drift of old tires against a wall. And in the corner of the lot, parked nose to the fence with a tarp thrown over its bed, an old pickup the color of weak tea.Luca stops the car well back and turns off the engine. "I'll be here.""You won't be able to hear from here.""That's the idea. If you raise your voice, I'll come. If you don't, I won't know what's said."I get out. The air smells of rust and cold dirt. I rehearsed this in the shower, in the car, and again in the dark, and none of it comes now. I walk across the gravel with the letter in my coat pocket and my hand wrapped around it.There's a camp chair beside the truck, a folded blanket on the seat, a saucepan on an upturned crate, and a row of pill bottles on the dashboard. The door of the cab is open. A man si
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Handwriting
Daphne's POVDr. Reyes's office calls at eight, while I'm standing at the kitchen counter with half a piece of toast and a mug I'm not drinking from."There's something at the desk for you," he says. His voice is careful, level, a man choosing every word. "It came yesterday afternoon through the coordinator's office. I haven't seen it, and I won't. I only wanted you to know it's there."I set the toast down. "Is it a letter?""I can't say.""I'll come now."Julian left before dawn for the ranch. He kissed my forehead in the dark and said he'd rather tell his grandfather about Brento in person, in daylight, standing up. I didn't ask him to stay. He took two cars and four men, and he left Luca behind with me, which I understood without a word being said. A war has ended in the last two days, but nobody in this house has stopped checking the windows.Luca drives. Eli is upstairs, doing a math packet he's decided is beneath him, and Lily is at her mother's. I tell Luca where we're going a
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