Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 39

Fay leads me downstairs towards the front of the house, where she throws open the doors to the parlor. My eyebrows shoot up and I cover my mouth with both hands when I look inside.

Everything is covered in white–white tulle, white lace, white silk, white satin – hanging from racks, draped over chairs, stacked on the sofa. The only dark spot in the room is Kent, before the fireplace, directing the workers who carry piles of garment bags.

“What’s going on?” Daniel says, peering into the room behind me,

a sandwich in his hand.

“Don’t bring that in here,” Fiona scolds, swatting at him. Daniel

laughs and finishes the sandwich in two big bites, brushing his

hands on his pants to get free of crumbs. Fiona glares at him a

little but then nods, deeming him clean enough to enter.

“Is this…” I say, looking around in awe, a little anxiety roiling in my

stomach as I realize what all of these white things are.

“Wedding dresses!” Fiona says, clapping her hands. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re all brought in from Kleinfeld.”

“Now, you come stand here,” Fiona says, pulling me and Daniel further into the room to stand by Kent, “out of the way, while I get everything set up.”

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away to shoo everyone unessential out of the room. As she works, I look up at Kent.

this?” I ask. “For your

answers. “No. We had a small wedding, in Sicily. That’s where she was

eyebrows, surprised. “Oh,” I say.

can’t just blurt out

face straight, but I feel so

mom died when I was young,” he says casually. “Her marriage to my dad was actually

between Kent and

was her death…an accident? An illness?”

Fay, if I murdered her, or she died in a gunfight,

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press my lips together, embarrassed. Because of course, that’s exactly what

Daniel whispers beside me. I feel sadness flood me,

my mouth to tell him how

a

I say, turning to smile at Daniel again. “I guess that’s

have in common. Both of our moms

young.”