Second Time, Mrs. Ricciardi
My ex-husband is getting married.
and.... I’m the one hired to plan the wedding.
My name is Arabella Paloma Garcia.
Five years ago, I was arranged to marry an Italian heir with an angel’s face and the personality of something between a blizzard and a natural disaster: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi.
We spent one year of marriage arguing hard enough to make a lawyer retire early.
Then his ex came back, and I left with a divorce bracelet on my finger… and a pair of babies in my belly.
Now I live in San Francisco.
I own a wedding planning company, I’m a single mom to two demon twins, and I’m very, very proud of the fact that the name Ricciardi doesn’t appear anywhere in my life.
Until one email lands in my inbox: Ricciardi–Marino Wedding.
Groom: Rafael Vittorio Ricciardi.
Bride: Alessandra Marino… the woman who once became the reason I got kicked out of his life.
I should’ve said no.
But Alessandra is infuriating, and I want to prove I’m over Rafael. So I take the job.
But he walks in with a cold stare that sends my stomach straight to the floor.
No recognition.
A helicopter crash two years ago wiped six years of his life.
Including me.
Including our marriage.
Perfect. I’ll plan my ex-husband’s wedding, send him down the aisle, and go back to my life.
The plan goes smoothly.
Right up until the wedding day.
The bride disappears.
The guests are waiting.
The media is already rolling.
And Rafael closes the bridal suite door… drops a bomb that earns him my fist in his face:
“You’re the one who going to walk down the aisle with me.”