Aurora couldn’t make it as a result of the infant had a fever, so Alyssa and Mia are Catarina’s bridal celebration.

The music begins and I shift my weight from one foot to the opposite, feeling anxious for no cause I can pin down.

Chelsea skips down the aisle, throwing flowers after which throwing the entire basket down, and I chuckle together with everybody else within the pews.

After which Catarina comes down the aisle.

Catarina seems to be unbelievable, the ivory gown clinging to her each curve, cleavage spilling out the lover neckline of her off-the-shoulder gown.

My coronary heart does some sort of backflip in my chest. God, what if I do love her? What if all these emotions I’m having for her are actual?

She’s your spouse, I remind myself, telling myself what Dante and Nico had mentioned to me the evening earlier than. Would it not be so unhealthy?

As she will get nearer and slowly removes her veil, I’m shocked into full silence, my breath hitching in my throat. I’d recognized she was lovely, however not like this. Her make-up is finished up completely, her blonde curls trailing down her again from slightly up-do, and the road of her jaw, her throat, her full lips, her silver eyes – every little thing is ideal. She’s essentially the most lovely lady I’ve ever seen and I stumble over my phrases when the priest asks me to repeat them.

I repeat each phrase, trying down into these gorgeous eyes of hers which have haunted my sleep because the first evening I met her, and I understand that it’s true.

I’m in love along with her. I’m in love with my spouse.

Fuck.

The remainder of the ceremony goes by in a blur till it’s time to kiss her, and I cup her face in my arms, press my mouth towards hers with all of the love and confusion I’m feeling. Catarina makes a confused sound at the back of her throat and blinks at me as I draw back. I can’t cease smiling. I can’t wait to inform her. I can’t wait to begin our lives collectively.

I’m scared shitless, however on the identical time, my coronary heart is racing, my head mild. That is higher than any adrenaline rush I’ve ever had.

We don’t get any time alone collectively, although, as she will get whisked away by her bridesmaids for photos and my mom grabs my arm.

“How come I haven’t met your spouse?” she calls for to know, and I’m frowning, in search of Catarina within the crowd.

“You’ll, Ma. I promise,” I inform her, and that’s when Andrea Bianchi comes strolling over.

My mom’s lips skinny in a tough line, and I stare him down.

“You look pretty, Theresa,” he says to my mom.

She narrows her eyes at him. “Is that so?”

“As pretty because the day I met you,” he says, taking her hand and kissing it, and I push him away.

“As pretty because the day you left her, you imply?” I demand, and my father holds up his arms as if in protection.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. ”I used to be simply being trustworthy.”

“She doesn’t want your honesty,” I say, after which my mom pats me on the again.

“Settle down, Angelo,” she says firmly. “I can deal with Andrea.”

My father chuckles, his brown eyes glowing. “You at all times might.”

I’m about to get in his face when Nico saves the day, ushering me away for photos with the groomsmen, after which photos with Catarina, Chelsea, and her household.

Catarina and my mom do meet, they usually hit it off, speaking about knitting of all issues.

My spouse is a knitter. And I’m head over heels in love along with her.

I simply have to get her alone in order that I can inform her.

“Angelo, are you all proper?” she asks after the third image once I pinch the bridge of my nostril between my thumb and forefinger.

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