A Wedding in Italy

“That heartless bitch dated my cousin for five years and kept pushing back their marriage plans with the claims of not being ready which was fine. But who knew that she had the guts to suddenly vanish and be found already married to a rich lawyer three months later.”

The three women exchanged glances. They were quite astonished with the kind of story that filled their ears.

“Are you joking or what?” Rosie asked as two lines appeared on her face.

A vein throbbed on Venita’s jaw as she asked. “Do I look like I would make up stories about some loose moron?” When no response came, she continued with her story.

“My cousin almost had a heart attack and coupled with her refusal to offer a beneficial explanation, I was forced to give her the beating of her life.”

Caro shook her head. “Just when I thought that Gerald was the only close bastard I would ever know, another one comes running to top the rank.”

“From what I know, that greedy woman has been married twice to all rich men. Unfort