The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride
She held her breath, hardly daring to hope.
“But Riley,” River protested weakly, “she’s still my little girl.”
“And she always will be,” Riley assured him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “But tonight, she’s also a young woman going to her prom. Let her shine, River.”
“Fine. I won’t act controlling,” River said, looking at Tiffany. “God…you remind me so much of your mother in that dress. She looked just like you when I took her to the prom,” he said, his voice gruff.
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