Narcisa, herself, was having a miserable time and not even filling up her glass with champagne had put a smile on her face. I liked scouring through the racks and fabrics, trying to figure out what Narcisa would look best in. However, despite all that, I was enjoying myself. My own wedding dress had been bought quickly and efficiently by family members, and I remember the day without any fondness. Dragging along some poor girl while everyone celebrated a new marriage was a beloved mafia pastime. “I suppose you’re right.” I said, turning back to the dress.ĭress shopping was always a big exciting day out for the women in the family. Thin and breakable, and shaking like a leaf. We both turned to see where Narcisa de Sanctis was sitting. Rosa di Calbo peered over my shoulder and made a face. I rubbed the delicate fabric between my fingers. Your kind words and love for this story has meant more to me than I could ever possibly convey. To every single person who emailed me, messaged me and wrote reviews. Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.
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