Page 88 of In Ruins
“Thank you. By the way, you still haven’t explained how you’re even here right now,” I tell her.
“Sorry. We just have so much to catch up on. After you got sent away, your father fired a lot of us. He just kept a few of the household staff and, of course, his men. He threatened the rest of us on what would happen if we ever said a word about him to anyone, and shit like that. Anyway, after Enzo found you, he called with a job offer. I’m going to be working here from now on to keep you company and help with the baby when she gets here.”
“Oh my God! Are you serious?”
“Yes!” she laughs. “I told you that man is in love with you.”
I can’t help the cheesy smile that crosses my face. We haven’t said the words to each other yet, but I know he does because of the way he treats me. I’m going to tell him I love him tomorrow when I say my vows.
By now, we’re done eating our dinner, and she grabs my plate from me, taking it into the kitchen.
“I brought your dress for tomorrow. Do you want to try it on now or later?”
“Now. I don’t want to wait until later because then I’ll feel too lazy. What kind of dress?” I ask.
“Your wedding dress.” She chuckles.
“Really? I just figured I’d be wearing something from my closet since he didn’t say anything about clothes. I should’ve known he would have it handled.”
“Nope. Your man went wedding dress shopping,” she says, dropping that little bombshell.
“Enzo went wedding dress shopping? As in he actually went into a bridal shop, looked, and picked out a dress for me?” I ask, doubtfully.
“Yep,”
“What? Somehow, I don’t see him having the patience for that,” I laugh. “Were you there with him?”
“Well, he did. And yes, I was. I don’t even know why, because the man picked it out himself. He didn’t want any input. He did say he can’t wait to see you in it,” she recounts.
“I’m excited! Come on! Let’s go try it on!” I tell her. I have more energy now than I had earlier today.
We go into the room, and I try it on. It fits perfectly, and I’m so in love with it. It’s something I would have chosen for myself if I was the one picking out my dress.
“It’s gorgeous,” I say, in awe.
“It is, and you look fucking amazing in it!” Giana tells me. “You look like a princess.”
“Thank you,” I reply through sniffles.
“Alright, alright. No crying until tomorrow,” she jokes, and that has me sputtering out a laugh through the sniffles. “Let’s go enjoy the rest of girls’ night.”
“Fine. Let’s go,” I say and realize that we’ve spent nearly an hour in here. “I’m surprised Enzo isn’t banging down the door to check on me.”
“He knows that I was going to have you try on the dress, and I made it clear that he’s not to interrupt us because he can’t see you in the dress before the wedding. I mean, I know he’s seen the dress since he picked it out, but it’s totally different from seeing you in it.”
“That explains it.” I laugh as we make our way back to the living room. Just as I sit back down on the couch, Enzo appears in the hall on the other side of the room, which leads to his office.
“Spoke too soon.” She laughs.
“Everything okay,Principessa?” he asks as he makes his way over to where I’m sitting. He drops down onto the couch and pulls me into his arms, his hand resting on my stomach as he hugs me and gives me a quick smooch.
“Yes. I’m fine. The dress is perfect. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were alright,” he tells me before kissing me again and then getting up to go back to his office. “Take good care of my girl.”
“I will,” Giana grins.
An hour later, the coffee table looks like a mess. We have popcorn, nachos, M&Ms, and a few other snacks scattered on the table as well as water for me and wine for Giana. It’s a bummer I can’t have any wine, so she’s drinking my portion for me, and I’m pretty sure she’s already tipsy.
