The Don's Bride Took Flight
Three days before our wedding, my fiancé picked out our wedding portrait.
At the center of the picture, he had one arm around Sofia's waist.
I stood at the very edge in the wedding gown he'd ordered from Valcourt, half my skirt cut out of the frame.
The photographer hesitated.
"Mr. Moretti, shouldn't the bride be standing...?"
"We'll go with this one."
Luca straightened my shawl and bent to kiss my forehead.
"Sweetheart, Sofia hasn't smiled this much in ages. It's just a picture. I know you won't mind. You know you'll always be my bride."
Luca was the Don of the Moretti crime family in Port Ashford. Other people barely dared to breathe in his presence, but with me, he seemed willing