“Tell me,” Christian begs, clearly wanting to know what it is that I’m upset about – what parts of our wedding day didn’t appeal to me. “Chris, no,” I murmur, raising my hands to wrap around his wrists, eager to end his pain immediately. “It’s fine! It was wonderful! This is what I’ve always wante

To my chagrin, Christian just shakes his head and tightens his arms around me, turning me again in the bed so that I’m flat on my back and he’s on top of me, his weight balanced on his forearms. “Let’s not talk about it now, Daisy,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to my neck and then to my chest ri

My hands are twisted anxiously together in the back seat of the car when Nico pulls up to the gates of the Romano house. “Stop that!” Lucy whispers, reaching over to smack my hands. “You look amazing! It’s all going to be fine!” I roll my eyes a little at her, not believing it. “You can dress me

“That’s what you get,” Nico says, laughing and following us into a living room at a more leisurely pace with Lucy on his arm. “For speaking to children! Something which I make it my policy to never do.”“Is it that you won’t speak to them?” Frankie chimes in, wry, his voice low so only we can hear,

“Seriously, Cristian?” the Don says, glaring at his son from across his desk, leaning back in his chair even though his whole body is tense. “You married the fucking stripper?”“Everyone is aware, yes?” Christian says, his eyes hard on his father, “that she’s also a student, and that dancing was her