Chapter 12 The Wedding Day

Evelyn’s POV

At 7:06 on the morning of Costanza Vescari’s wedding, I stood behind the vendor entrance with a cigarette in one hand and an iced caramel macchiato in the other.

Extra shot.

Extra ice.

Four hours of sleep.

One hundred eighty-seven guests.

Five courses.

Two private family observan...

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