Page 29 of My Wedding Mafia Style

“Because the yacht kiss won,”Isabella says.

I poke my head around the screen. “You didn’t even see the first one.”

“I saw Luca after the first one.”

Bianca hums knowingly. “Fair point.”

I disappear again, because my cheeks are doing whatever they want now and discipline has clearly left the vessel.

“I kissed him the first time because of Derek,” I say before I can stop myself.

The room quiets. Not completely. There is still the hum of the engines, the soft swish of fabric, the faint clink of Bianca moving jewelry around. But the sisters go still enough that I feel it.

“Derek is the ex?” Bianca asks.

“Yes.”

“The one you were trying to make jealous?”

I tug the dress into place. “That was the original, deeply mature plan.”

“And now?”

I pause with my hands at my waist. Now. Now Derek feels like a name from the part of the evening before the story changed.

“He doesn’t feel very important anymore,” I admit.

Bianca’s voice is softer when she answers. “Good.”

Something about the simple approval makes my throat tighten. I step out from behind the screen before I can getemotional about being encouraged by a woman who owns more dresses than I own forks.

Both sisters fall silent. That is concerning.

I look down immediately. “What? Is it bad?”

“No,” Isabella says.

Bianca shakes her head slowly. “Not bad.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

“Because,” Bianca says, circling me once, “Luca is going to suffer.”

My stomach flips. “That seems dramatic.”

“It is also accurate.”

Isabella comes to stand beside her. “It’s perfect. You look like the woman in the movie who walks down the stairs and ruins a man’s entire personality.”

“I don’t want to ruin Luca’s personality.”

“You might improve it,” Bianca says.

“Does it need improving?”

Both sisters look at each other, then back at me.

“Yes,” they say together.