Chapter 23 Radar

• God! I was nervous about all of this. I never imagined myself marrying a mafioso. Sure, my marriage to my father's right-hand man was already a certainty, but back then, I thought about running away or doing something to prevent it from happening.
• Now, I found myself in a fancy shop in Greece, staring at an array of white dresses, having to choose one for my wedding with Dante, who was nothing like my first fiancé.
• The butterflies in my stomach made me feel twenty-one again, the age when I first met Dante at that party. The shiver down my spine, the uncertainty... Every time I recalled that day, my heart raced, and I felt an inexplicable anxiety.