Page 38 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
I sit up and smooth my dress down, looking at the far wall but not focusing on anything.
The door opens and shuts again. Cigar smoke. Heavy footfalls.
“At least you’ve done one thing right. But from here on out, you will stop behaving like a slutty teenager, do you understand? You could have ruined us.” Uncle Sergio thrusts a sheet of paper into my hand. “This is the date and shop address for your wedding gown fitting. You will be there and you will have a smile on your face. Now thank me for not telling your fiancé what you’ve been doing.”
He holds a hand out to me like he’s the Pope or something. Closing my eyes, I lean over and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, Uncle.”
My words come out flat, but I don’t care. It’s all I can manage.
“Good. By the way, you have exactly four outfits in your room that I’ve approved, and nothing else. Your bedroom and closet doors have been removed, and your window will have a new alarm on it, since you have proven yourself unable to be trusted.”
I nod silently. What else can I do? There’s no way for me to fix any of this.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?
If he’s smart, he’ll stay far away from me. Marco has his own future—one he’ll make for himself. I can’t let it end tragically because of me.
But it doesn’t stop me from wanting him.
