Bad Luck for the Bride

A hand landed on my shoulder, and squeezed. I looked up to find Enzo watching me with something that might have been sympathy. I almost smiled at the look. And here I thought, he was completely supportive of Giovanni’s narcissistic tendencies. "Don't worry about it," he said gently. "Just... try not to piss him off, and you'll be fine." That was enough to shatter the feeling in my chest and I scoffed "Someone should tell him the same thing," I muttered under my breath. "I'm done!" Claire announced brightly, stepping back to admire her work. "I'll wait outside," Enzo said, heading for the door. "Take your time." Once he was gone, the maids helped me change into a floral sundress that made me look like I was about to attend a garden party rather than meet with the man who had thrown me in a pool. They styled my hair to fall over one shoulder in loose waves and applied a touch of lip gloss that made my lips look fuller. I stared at myself in the mirror and frowned. "Do you not