Just call ahead and I will be there to greet you, yes?” “I am never up in the city anymore,” I said to Narcisa, “but you are always welcome at the penthouse. Out of everyone in the shop, they were the two most miserable. But Narcisa would be married in a month’s time, with Elena’s wedding following swiftly after. Most of the women here were married, with the exception of Elena and Narcisa. Tina de Sanctis was being led around by Nina Genovese, who had deemed herself in charge of the wedding–which was fair enough, Tina hadn’t been very interested in planning the wedding. There were half a dozen women trying to find Narcisa the perfect dress, though we had had no luck so far. At 20 weeks, it had become obvious I was pregnant–and also reduced my wardrobe significantly. Her eyes flickered down to my swelling stomach. “Then you don’t mind if I come sit with you? My body is not made for standing anymore.” I sat down next to her, my ankles giving a sigh of relief. “Why don’t you come and help me look, Narcisa?” I asked. She glanced up at me as I approached with huge doe-like eyes. I slid away from the racks and towards her. Narcisa, herself, was having a miserable time and not even filling up her glass with champagne had put a smile on her face. I liked scouring through the racks and fabrics, trying to figure out what Narcisa would look best in.
However, despite all that, I was enjoying myself. My own wedding dress had been bought quickly and efficiently by family members, and I remember the day without any fondness. Dragging along some poor girl while everyone celebrated a new marriage was a beloved mafia pastime. “I suppose you’re right.” I said, turning back to the dress.ĭress shopping was always a big exciting day out for the women in the family. Thin and breakable, and shaking like a leaf. We both turned to see where Narcisa de Sanctis was sitting. Rosa di Calbo peered over my shoulder and made a face. I rubbed the delicate fabric between my fingers. Your kind words and love for this story has meant more to me than I could ever possibly convey. To every single person who emailed me, messaged me and wrote reviews. Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
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