Chapter 1

"Just deal with it. The size is wrong, but we can Photoshop it later. The photos will look exactly the same."

When Rhys said this, Lexi was already wearing my wedding dress.

She lifted the skirt and glanced over at me. "Sienna, you're too tall. This dress will squeeze you so tight you can't breathe.

"Of all the girls in the lounge today, only I have the right figure for it. I'm just stepping in to save the wedding."

"If the size is wrong, can't they alter it?" I scoffed, wearing a champagne-colored backup gown.

"Call the boutique right now and tell them to send a dress in my size!"

"Stop being so stubborn." Rhys frowned, hiding his impatience.

"Don't make a fuss. We only have half an hour until the priest starts."

"Then let everyone wait."

I pulled over a velvet armchair and sat down.

"The wedding starts when my dress arrives.

"As for the delay, bill it to me."

Everyone in the lounge froze.

Lexi's tears started falling. "Sienna, I'm just trying to help you. Do you really have to humiliate me like this?"

I was completely baffled. I had no idea why she was crying.

Today was supposed to be my big day.

Just because I insisted on wearing my own dress, she stood in front of the mirror in the gown I designed, covered her face, and sobbed like a victim.

"Boss, Miss Sienna, are you still not ready?" The wedding coordinator was sweating profusely.

A few made men from the Falcone family and Lexi's friends also peeked inside.

"You two, the Capos and the photographers outside are ready! It's time to make your entrance!"

"Everyone, we really aren't delaying on purpose." Lexi spoke up first, making her voice sound sweet and innocent. "It's just that a certain lady insists on a new dress before she lets the wedding start."

"Who does she think she is?"

"How can she be so selfish?"

A wave of whispers started against me.

For this underworld wedding of the century, most guests only knew it was an alliance between the Moretti and Falcone families.

As for the Moretti Principessa, outsiders rarely saw her face.

I hated mafia social events, so even fewer people knew me.

To them, the woman in the wedding dress was the bride.

"Today is a huge day for the Falcones. So many big shots are waiting. How can we let an outsider like you throw a tantrum?"

"Exactly. Who do you think you are? Stalling someone else's wedding. Are you trying to start a war?"

"I'm sorry, everyone. I'll bring the bride out right now."

Rhys flashed a charming smile and smoothly took Lexi's hand.

The soldiers were already crowding the hallway and cheering.

"Hurry up, Boss! The boys need a drink!"

Lexi blushed and giggled.

"Rhys!" I stopped them.

"How do you plan to Photoshop the alliance photos right in front of the cameras?"

"You're always low-key anyway. It makes no difference whose face is on the front page of the mafia news."

"Get this straight. This is my wedding."

"Sienna, listen. This marriage is just business anyway. I'm just going through the motions with Lexi."

I stepped forward to stop them, but Rhys's mother, Donna Rosa, grabbed my shoulder.

"Lexi just wants to be in the spotlight for once. You're a Principessa. Can't you be a little more generous and stop being such a brat!"

I shoved her hand away and glared at Rhys. "We have no feelings for each other, Rhys, and I only agreed to this to keep up appearances."

"Remember, your family was the one begging for this alliance. If you walk out that door with her today, don’t blame me for pulling the plug."

Rhys stopped in his tracks.