Principessa of Chicago by Bree Porter

Author:Bree Porter [Porter, Bree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The Outfit had had the great idea to hold the wedding reception outside. It would cross over multiple backyards in the gated community, where tables and a dance floor had been set up. However, this was all planned before we knew the weather forecast. The reception was pushed back a few hours until instead of a wedding lunch it became a wedding dinner.

It was a gorgeous reception, with rows of round tables taking up the space, twinkling lights spread over us and flowers flourishing from every crack and crevice. It was conservative and white, looking just like every other reception the Outfit had ever thrown, but beautiful, nonetheless. It made me wonder about my own wedding reception.

I was seated at a table near the stage with the rest of the Rocchettis. Their earlier coolness towards me had frosted and I was once again invited into conversations. Every now and then Santino or Roberto would look over at Don Piero and Alessandro, like trying to gauge their expressions.

I could’ve saved them some time.

Alessandro was beginning to get irritated, fidgeting in his tux and looking around for something to do. Whereas Don Piero was scanning the security on the edges of the property, obviously looking for a break in their strength. With the way weddings and engagements parties were being destroyed lately, his caution was well-deserved.

I didn’t care about reassuring Don Piero, instead turning my sights to Alessandro.

“You look like you’re going to jump out of your skin.” I told him quietly.

“I hate these things.” Alessandro said. He cut his eyes to Santino and scowled. “I see you and Santino are friends again.”

I laughed. “No one is more surprised than me.”

There was a commotion on stage, and we all turned to see Benvenuto taking hold of the microphone. For a man that had just handed his daughter away, he looked particularly pleased with himself. But then again, why wouldn’t he be?

He tapped the microphone, a piercing sound causing the room to whine. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, his voice booming out. “Will you please stand with me to welcome the new happy couple! Mr. and Mrs. Ossani!”

We all rose, putting our hands together. Sergio and Narcisa entered together, both still glowing in their wedding outfits. Sergio had a light hand over Narcisa’s and together they moved through the tables. Narcisa was flushed, but seemed, otherwise, relatively fine.

I double-checked.

The cheering and clapping didn’t stop until both groom and bride were seated, then the chants shouted. “Bacio, bacio!” Men yelled. “Give her a kiss! Give her a kiss!”

Narcisa looked up at Sergio, eyes wide. He seemed to say something quietly to her before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. The room moaned at their modesty.

Everyone quietened down once the meals were served. Wine was poured–not that I had any–and live music thrummed through the room. We cheered and chatted, happy in the celebration of a new family being created.

I found my attention dwindling from the table as the men started up a lively conversation about engines.

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