Raffaele: Taming His Tempestuous Virgin(63)

By: Sandra Marton


He gave in.

The ceremony took place in the little neighborhood church Sofia Orsini had always loved. Either the Feds and the cops were kind that day or they simply kept a low profile, but there wasn’t an agent or a police officer in sight.

Chiara wore a gown of antique French lace over silk. Tiny pink silk rosebuds adorned the train, and Sofia’s wedding veil fell gracefully from a tiara of pink roses in her dark hair.

“Cesare and I eloped,” Sofia said shyly, “but my mama knew our plan and gave me her veil. I would be honored if you wore it.”

Chiara wept a little, kissed her mother-in-law and said it was she who would be honored.

Anna and Isabella were her maids of honor. Nick, Falco and Dante were Rafe’s best men. It made for a crowd at the altar. The men grinned, the women giggled, but everyone grew solemn once the simple ceremony began.

“My Chiara,” Rafe whispered when it was time to lift his bride’s veil and kiss her.

She smiled into his eyes. “My Raffaele,” she said softly, and kissed him with all the love in her heart.

Afterward, at the reception, Isabella and Anna happily agreed it had all been like a fairy tale.

There were no fairy tales, Dante thought grimly, not for him, anyway…. But he wisely decided to keep that bit of information to himself.

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