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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out of the room. As

it like this?” I ask.

looks back at the room as he answers. “No. We had a small wedding, in Sicily. That’s where she was from.”

my eyebrows, surprised. “Oh,” I

myself, inwardly, for such an awkward question. But come on – I can’t just blurt out is she dead? How did she die? Which is what I really want to know.

but I feel

me and pulls me closer. “My mom died when I was young,” he

say, looking between Kent and Daniel, genuinely

her death…an accident?

Fay, if I

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of course, that’s exactly what I want to know. I say

beside me. I feel sadness

tell him how sorry I

smile. “It’s okay,” he says. “It really was a long time ago. Dad

to smile at Daniel again. “I

else we have in common. Both of our moms died

young.”