Page 61 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Chapter Ten

Christine

I move through the reception floor, my heels stamping against the polished surface, my presence weaving through staff and guests without interruption.

I give a slight nod to redirect a server before he makes a wrong turn. I make a quick adjustment to a centerpiece and bring it back into symmetry. I throw a glance at the lighting rig and confirm the transition cues are exactly where they should be.

Seamless.

My dress moves with me, peach silk designed by Aisha to follow my shape without clinging, the fabric catching light at every step like it was made for this exact room.

A shift in the music pulls my attention toward the far end of the room where the Aurelia Strings Ensemble is.

I make my way toward them, slipping past guests without breaking stride, catching the attention of the lead violinist with a small lift of my hand.

He leans in just enough.

“The couple is ready,” I tell him quietly. “We transition in thirty seconds.”

He nods once.

I step back, watching as they begin to shift, the current melody softening, blending into something slower, something anticipatory. The kind of sound that tells the room something is about to happen without announcing it.

Perfect.

Across the room, I catch sight of Aisha standing near one of the dessert tables, Blue tucked against her side, both of them deep in a quiet, serious discussion over what looks like an unnecessary number of options.

Aisha is in a fitted peach jumpsuit, the fabric hugging her waist before falling straight down her legs, simple but striking. Her brown curls are pulled up into a high, messy puff, soft strands escaping around her face. Gold hoops catch the light when she tilts her head, her skin glowing in that easy way she never notices.

Blue, on the other hand, looks like a tiny celebration. Her dress, also made by Aisha, is layered in soft peach tulle, puffed just enough to make her look like she might float if she spins too fast. Small gold flowers are stitched along the bodice, catching the light every time she moves. Her hair is styled into two neat puffs this time, each tied with tiny gold bands that match her little shoes.

She’s holding a mini cupcake. Studying it suspiciously.

I almost laugh.

Aisha glances up, catching me watching them. She lifts a brow slightly, like she’s asking if everything is okay.

I nod once.

Everything is, for now.

She smiles, turning back to Blue, helping her pick something else, something she’ll actually eat this time.

I turn back to the room.

The music shifts, and guests begin to notice.

Heads turn subtly, conversations lowering just enough.

The entrance is seconds away.

And I’m exactly where I need to be.

Moving. Watching. Adjusting.

I haven’t seen Robert since that day in his office. There's been no reminder of something I’ve already decided to keep buried.

And I’m grateful for it.