The City Hall clerk stared at me like I was lost."Mrs. De Luca?" he said, looking at my dress. Or what was left of it.I wasn't wearing white. Not really. I was wearing what Luciano did to a white dress after Fifth Avenue tried to shame me.He cut it.Yesterday, the boutique lady looked at my belly and said, "We don't have your size, dear. Maybe try Mothercare?" Luciano didn't speak. He took the scissors from her hand, cut the tight mermaid skirt right under my boobs, and turned a $20,000 shaming gown into a crop top wedding dress.Now my belly — my soft, stretch-marked, size 16 belly — was out in City Hall. My high-waisted white skirt hugged my thighs. My crop top showed everything they told me to hide.And Luciano De Luca, billionaire surgeon who never smiles, was looking at me like I was the whole wedding."You sure about the dress, Bambina?" Mrs. Potts whispered, holding Lily's hand.I was shaking. "I look ridiculous. A chubby bride at City Hall in a crop top."Luciano heard. He
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