The Fiancé My Best Friend Stole
She had held me together through the worst of it.
She knew I had lost a fiance, but she had never met him. The engagement had been kept quiet because the Bellandi family was bleeding enemies, and after the crash, I stopped showing anyone his photos. Looking at them hurt too much.
So when she told me this story with a bride's shy smile, I knew she didn't understand what she was doing to me.
Then the door opened, and Luca walked in.
He wore a black tuxedo and a Rossetti wedding band. He was leaner than five years ago, sharper around the edges, but I knew him instantly: the scar through one eyebrow, the way he adjusted his cuff links, the cedar-and-tobacco scent.
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