Fat Girl's Nemesis
He calmly took another sip of wine, as though someone announcing a second wedding during his son's reception was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Then Nonna.
She was calmly holding her precious antique teacup.
Apparently, I was the only person in the entire family who hadn't known about this plan.
“Congratulations,” someone suddenly whispered behind me.
I turned and found Liliane, one of my distant cousins who lived in Rome, grinning mischievously.
“You’re lucky to have landed such a gorgeous man. If you don't want to attend tomorrow, I’d be happy to take your place.”
I stared at her in disbelief.