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I don’t know if he actually needs the wheelchair, or it’s just a ‘fuck you’ to ardless I push it away, thinking the Gallos are lucky they got off that easy

The sage-green bridesmaids’ dress suits Riona very well, but not Nessa—it makes her look pale and a bit sickly She doesn’t see up by the altar Dante and Riona are glaring at each other, and Nero is looking at Nessa with an expression of interest that has ers around his throat If he says one word to her, I’ to bash his pretty face in

The church is full of the heavy scent of crea at the altar We’re just waiting for Aida

The music starts, and after aup the aisle

She’s wearing a veil and a simple lace dress that trails after her She has a bouquet in one hand, but she lets it hang by her thigh, using her other hand to hold the skirt of her dress I can’t see her face behind the veil, which drives hoer There could be anybody under there

My bride stops in front of me I lift the veil

I see her sray eyes, heavily lashed I have to admit, she looks beautiful The reveal of her face drives home how lovely those features really are, when they’re not screwed up in some demonic expression

It doesn’t last long—as soon as she catches an unenculee

“You look a

“I’ll get you back,” I inform her calmly

“I was already getting you back for that bullshit you pulled at the spa,” she hisses back at me

The priest clears his throat, wanting to start the service

“When you’re married to me, I expect you to maintain yourself at all times,” I inform her

“The FUCK I will,” Aida snaps, loud enough to make the priest jump

“Is there a proble at us