Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Willow’s POVThe ballroom had been transformed into a veritable winter wonderland. Ava weaved through the throngs of people, her face lit up, smiling from ear to ear.A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting sparkles all over the room. Everyone had come dressed in theme, decked out in their finest silver or white dresses and tuxedos.I had to admit, I was impressed that Ava had thrown this all together in only a few short days. There were more than three hundred people in attendance, and everyone sauntered over at some point to stare at the unbelievable ice sculpture that bore a remarkable resemblance to mine and Luigi’s face.Luigi was on my arm, since I’d told him to stay by my side. I didn’t know a single person in the room, save for Logan and the kids.The kids were having a fabulous time. Mira looked like a princess, in a custom made silver dress with a full crinoline skirt. Both Leo and Carl looked positively charming, in little white tuxedos that matched Luigi

Willow’s POVThe entire fell silent as eyes flitted between Enzo and Ava. Rumors had spread throughout Luigi’s family and friends, since Enzo had publicly declared his engagement to Giulia during a press conference, and everyone knew that the Hernandez family and the Lombardi family had been at odds.The engagement had been broken off of course, but the whole ordeal had raised so many questions. Some of the guests glared at Enzo as he made his way to the front, while others stared in shock at the unexpected guest.No one knew the true depths of the betrayal though save for Ava, myself, and Luigi. But even so, the air was tense as Enzo hobbled his way to the front of the room and stood before us, the crutch under one arm.I hadn’t seen Enzo since the beach house. He’d been upstairs in his bedroom recovering. Luigi had given me updates, and although he wasn’t fully recovered, he was on the mend.Luigi told me that Enzo was positively tortured by his own mistakes. He swore to do right by

Luigi’s POV“Someone call an ambulance,” I hollered out.Willow had collapsed right into my arms. Her body was lifeless, her eyes closed. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. I could feel the heat from her body emanating through her clothes.I chastised myself.Willow hadn’t been well for the past few days, and deep down, I’d known it. She looked tired and worn out. But every time I asked if she was okay, she’d assured me that she was.How could I have been so stupid?She should have been resting, not helping my mother plan a goddamn engagement party. Enzo whipped out his phone and made the call. Dr. Lazarus came rushing forward.“Lay her down,” he instructed. Then he immediately went to check her vitals.“What’s wrong with her?” I asked. The band had stopped playing and everyone was watching us with concerned eyes. My mother appeared, kneeling down to Ava.“She’s burning up,” Dr. Lazarus said. “Luigi, has she been sick? Did she mention any symptoms.” His eyes were accusatory. F

Willow’s POVI was determined to do everything I could to get better as quickly as possible. Italy had been wonderful, but I was ready to go home.At the estate, I was set up in the bedroom with a wide assortment of maids at my beckon call. Surprisingly, Logan stayed the entire time with Leo, since Leo was having such a good time with kids.“It’s a vacation," Logan winked at me. “Italy is so wonderful and we’re having a blast. Don’t worry about us. We want to be here.”I felt awful. Logan and Leo were stuck here in Italy because of me. Adonis was drowning in work because of me. I was a burden to Ava and her staff.But the only thing I could do was focus on my recovery. So I did everything I was told to do. I slept a lot, took my medicine, and ate food to regain my strength. The first week I tried to get out of bed a few times, but I started coughing and was led directly back to bed.By the end of the first week I was painfully bored though, and frustrated at being bed ridden. Luigi und

THREE MONTHS LATERWillow’s POV“What do you think? Be honest? Is it giving off blushing bride vibes?”Adonis stood in front of the full length mirrors, his hand perched on his hip, scrutinizing his reflection.“I think it’s perfect,” I sighed dreamily. He was wearing a blush rose tuxedo, with a simple white satin tie.“It doesn’t need much tailoring,” the sales lady gushed, fussing with the suit jack. “But I think we could take it in a bit here.”Honestly, I was a bit surprised we’d been able to find Adonis his ‘perfect tux’. When he’d described the vision he had, I was skeptical. I wasn’t sure that designers made blush rose tuxedos. Clearly, I’d been wrong.“How do you feel in it?” I asked Adonis. He turned from the mirror and looked at me, his eyes shining.“I feel fucking fabulous,” he squealed.“Then that’s the one,” I said firmly.“Can you believe the wedding’s only a month away?” Adonis asked.It was true. In just one short month, Adonis and Jay were going to officially tie the