Page 16 of Forgive Me, Father

“I’m sorry it wasn’t the wedding of your dreams,” I added now that the thought had taken form.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”She looked sad and distant.Betrayal washed over her features.I touched her chin and forced her gently to look at me.

Her eyes glistened.

“If you give me a chance, look beyond my markings, I’ll make you forget his name in due time.”

Her tears vanished immediately as the red shine on her cheeks reappeared.

Her gaze broke with mine, and she swallowed hard.

“But for now, I have plenty of phone calls to make.Order whatever you like from the kitchen and have Nico call me when Cartier arrives.”

She nodded, and I left, walking back to my office.I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night to find out just how sweet she was going to taste.

SEVEN

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

The Pontisello name was monumental.They were the power behind the throne, the ones who controlled the entire mafia world.Even now, I still struggled to grasp the reality of being married to a Pontisello.

Neither my father nor my mother was going to believe me.But then, he did ask who he could make the invitations out to for tomorrow night’s ceremony.Which meant I was going to be alone on my wedding night.

Howfantasticwas that?

Heat flooded my cheeks as I replayed his comment about how he would make me forget Philip if I just gave him a chance.

Somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had no idea just how handsome he really was.Every time I was near him, something shifted inside me, like a pull I couldn’t escape.And when we kissed...

What was that?

It felt as the world around me vanished, leaving only him.In that moment, he was all I could see, all I could feel, like he existed in every inch of the air around me.

I knew he wasn’t a direct heir of the Pontisellos.Rico had two sons, and Alfonso wasn’t one of them.Maybe he was a distant cousin, three times removed, with the same grandfather.But despite that, he was still high up, right alongside the rest of them.

There was a knock at the door, and it opened.Nico stepped inside, arms loaded with bags of clothes.

He did the shopping too?

“Something for you to wear.I hope they fit.”

I nodded.

“Are you hungry?”

My stomach growled.“Starving.”

“Then pick up the phone and order something to eat, Camilla.”

I nodded again.I was starting to feel like that was all I was capable of.The stress of the day was catching up with me and I was struggling to keep up with my own emotions.But I knew that I needed to keep my composure.

He closed the door, and I did exactly that.The menu in this room was different than the ones in our rooms.

There weren’t prices on this one, and my mouth watered just reading the descriptions of the food.

I dialed a number, and a lady answered.

“Hotel de Anna.How can I help you?”

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