A week before the wedding, we went to try on my dress.In the bridal boutique's private lounge, Angelo carefully helped me sit down. "Easy there."I couldn't help but laugh. "I barely have a bump. What are you so nervous about?"Ever since we'd learned that I was pregnant with twins, he had been extremely protective.Every evening, he came home with either flowers or another box of chocolates. He had even had non-slip carpets laid over every step in the house."If you keep buying things, we'll run out of space," I teased him yesterday.That morning, the butler informed me that the estate next door now bore the Calavaro crest. Apparently, Angelo had bought the whole place overnight."Ms. Costa, your wedding gown," the designer announced softly as he wheeled in a rack.The gown glittered so brightly under the lights that it hurt to look at it. Intricate patterns were embroidered across layers of sheer tulle."This is… a bit much," I whispered.Then, I caught the hopeful look i
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