MATTEO’S POV I knew I was going to crush this ceremony, and I wouldn’t need to be shackled to the fate of having a fiancé no more, which is why I had my badass cheesy grin and as I walked into the venue, Arlette wrapped around my hand. “Matteo Scarpelli,” A familial voice greets me, and I twirl my head to look at him in the eyes. Angelo Bianco is standing there, looking elegant is his tuxedo. “Bianco, meet Arlette Winthrop, my woman," I introduced, pride swelling my chest at the sound of it. “Woman?” He asks, his eyes showing interest in Arlette. “Please meet you, Miss Winthrop. Do I know that last name or something?” Bianco inquires, and I feel Arlette visibly startled. ‘ Wrapping her arms around her slender waist, I pulled her towards me, letting her know that she was safe with me here. “I guess there are a lot of Winthrops around here. Nothing special about me,” Arlette utters, faking a laugh. That sounded weird, as if she was trying to hide something. Bianco spotted
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