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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shoo everyone unessential out of the room. As she

this?” I ask. “For your

looks back at the room as he answers. “No. We had

surprised. “Oh,”

come on – I can’t just blurt out is she dead? How did she die? Which is what I really want

withering look. I work hard to keep my face straight, but I feel so terribly awkward that

me. He links elbows with me and pulls me closer. “My mom died when I was young,” he says casually. “Her marriage to my dad was actually arranged,” he notes cheerfully. “Like

between Kent and

was her death…an accident? An

Fay, if I murdered

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my enemies, just be forthright about

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Because of course, that’s exactly what I want to know. I say nothing.

beside me. I

and open my mouth to tell him

with a smile. “It’s okay,” he says. “It really was a long time ago. Dad and I are all

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

we have in common. Both of our moms died

young.”