*Natalia*

Despite the disaster that was our wedding, in which my new husband had explained the entire drama of the cook and florist to me once we were seated inside and changed out of our soaked wedding attire, the reception was as lively as ever.

I had shaken hands with so many of Tallon’s relatives, some of whom I was pretty sure weren’t actual relatives but part of the mafia family, that I was dizzy from congratulations being thrown my way. I’d heard ...