Ninety-Nine Times Too Many
When I was being harassed by the Romano family’s consigliere, my fiancé, Don Luca of the Villani family, was busy kissing and drinking with Gianna at a party.
To secure the partnership, I had no choice but to drink the glass the consigliere pressed against my lips.
My stomach churned violently, and I could barely breathe.
However, Luca never once looked at me.
Instead, he focused entirely on picking the lime slices out of Gianna’s drink, coaxing her gently into finishing it.
Once the party ended, Gianna casually mentioned she was bored, and Luca immediately made me get out of the car so he could take her bar-hopping afterward.
“She’s been helping me manage the accounts lately, so I’m taking her out to relax.
“You don’t even like bars, so don’t come along.
“And I’m staying with her tonight until she has fun. So we’ll postpone the wedding again, since I can’t make it to the church tomorrow.”
Our wedding had already been delayed for eight years. This was the ninety-eighth time Luca had canceled it on his own.
I simply nodded.
Since he was always too busy, maybe this wedding didn’t need to happen.