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“I sincerely doubt that,” Luciano hissed, shooting to his feet and pouring us all a refill. God knows we would need it to survive our kids. “Grace, let Matteo know she’s back too.”
“I’ll go get her,” Luca offered, shooting to his feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure there are no weapons on her.”
I shot him a look, clearly conveying I wasn’t amused.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ARIANNA
It was almost ten at night when my brothers and I strolled back through the Vitales’ front door. Chatter echoed around us the moment we stepped inside, and I wanted to turn back around immediately.
“Don’t people understand the concept of overstaying a party?” Cassius muttered.
I just had to find my way to my bedroom and then lock myself inside before I did something I might regret. But I barely took five steps before I was cornered, all my bags falling onto the floor of the grand foyer.
“Where have you been?” Hannah asked in a very slurred voice. She waved her hand, her movements sluggish as she staggered toward us. Gianna followed behind her, ensuring she didn’t faceplant. Meeting my gaze, she mouthed the obvious,She’s drunker than a skunk.
“We were?—”
“Never mind,” she cut off my attempt at an explanation. She flipped her hair and pointed a finger at me as she held an imaginary microphone to her lips. “Ladies and gentlemen,my twin has returned, gracing my engagement party with her presence.”
“Cut it out, Hannah,” our brother Dominico warned. “Today’s not the day to do your dumb shit.”
“It’s okay,” I said, but my little sister just huffed.
“No, it isn’t. Hannah has been on a rampage since you left without her.”
Guilt pierced my chest and I pulled my sister into a hug. “I’m so sorry. The announcement just surprised me.”
“Why?” She watched me with a furrowed brow. “I’ve only been saying I’d marry Matteo since we were toddlers.” She was right. There probably wasn’t a single guest surprised by the announcement. Hannah flipped her hair again and smiled. “Can you believe it, sis? All my towels will be embroidered withH&M.”
My throat filled with nausea, so many overwhelming emotions hitting me in the chest at once.
“Personally, I wouldn’t engrave those initials anywhere,” Gianna deadpanned. “Unless you want everyone to think they’re from the H&M store.”
Cassius snickered. “Considering Hannah’s taste, they might actually be from there.”
I jostled my brothers’ shoulders. “Stop it, you two. There’s nothing wrong with her taste.”
There wasn’t, but my twinhadgone through an H&M day-dress phase, and there were pictures of her in yellow linen in the middle of winter to prove it.
“Hmm, maybeM&Hthen…?” Hannah tapped her chin pensively. “But I hate the idea of his initial going first.”
“Not sure why it matters,” Gianna grumbled.
Hannah sighed happily and swayed on her feet, looking up to the ceiling. “Can you believe it? He asked for my hand like agentleman. It’s like that show you love so much. What’s it called again?”
“Bridgerton.”
“Except in that show, nobody is asking for permission before the banging happens,” Cassius deadpanned. “Did you two shag?”
My chest twisted with something ugly.
“Why in the fuck are you using British slang?” Gianna questioned, narrowing her eyes on our brother.
“Maybe he’s banging a British chick,” Dominico answered. “I know I am.”
“So much banging and shagging going on,” Hannah muttered. “It’s making my head spin.”
