MY CASANOVA MAFIA
he teased, laughing.
Valentine smiled quietly from the floor, where she was flipping through some bridal magazines. Neat and efficient she was; her hair was tied back without undue fuss, and her cheeks were blessed with the unmistakable, dyed early-pregnancy hue of cravings. "Tell me about it my love. I swear, finding the right shade for flowers is going to be more difficult than anything I've ever done, Arnulfo."
Arnulfo slumped forward, his elbows lying on his knees. "We could always elope you know," he teased, the glint in his dark eyes all too tempting. "Fly somewhere private, just us. No stress, no seating charts, no arguments over what dessert to serve."
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