A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
“Practice? You’re talking to a natural-born performer. I’ll have you swooning by the first chorus.”
She laughed, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, really? Let’s see then, Mr. Rockstar. Loser has to make dessert.”
“Deal.” I grabbed my phone to set up the karaoke app, already scanning for the perfect song. “Alright, you want romance or something dramatic?”
“Go dramatic,” she said, curling up next to me. “I want to see you give it your all.”
I queued up a classic ballad and got to my feet, pretending to adjust an invisible microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves. This is going to be life-changing.”
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