Chapter Thirty-Three

ENZO'S POV

I stare at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I study myself. The last time I had taken my time to dress like this, was four years ago, the day I got married to Gianna.

I thought such a day would never come again. In fact, I'd promised myself to avoid it. But here I am today. In a few hours, Gypsy is going to be my wife.

We're getting married.

I know that this is not a real marriage. We're just getting married to help her maintain custody of her son. She'll probably want a divorce as soon as the custody is confirmed.

Buy why am I feeling so excited about the wedding. Damn, Enzo.

"Uncle Enzo." A small voice calls and I turn. I'm met with the sight of Zeke wearing a tuxedo identical to mine. I must say he looks handsome.

"Yes?" I bend to his height.

"Will there be cake?" He asks.

I chuckle. "Yes Zeke. A big cake"

"Hmm" he bites his lips nervously just like his mother always does when she is nervous. I can tell he has more to say

"Tell me Zeke. What do you want to say?"