#Chapter 250: My Mafia Mate

Ella The reception was in full swing, the air filled with the soft sound of music, the clinking of cutlery and champagne glasses, and the pleasant murmur of guests. It was the perfect night, too; the sun had set, and the air outside had cooled to a pleasant temperature as the crickets and cicadas sang. Walking hand in hand with Logan, we approached the multi-tiered wedding cake. It was unbelievably tall, adorned with carefully piped flowers and leaves. There were two little figures at the top: a bride and a groom. They looked exactly like us, and I knew that we would save them forever. It was time to cut the cake, and all of the guests had begun to gather in anticipation. Nearby, the little flower girl was licking her adorable lips hungrily as her father held her up so she could see. “Ready to make the first cut?” Logan whispered, his eyes sparkling with mirth. We were both a little tipsy from the champagne, but that just made the night feel even better. “I’ve been ready