Dante's POV
"How are you holding up?" Gianna asked as she stepped into my bedroom.
"I'm going to Aria's wedding, how do you think?" I asked as she walked over and tried to help me with my tie.
"That you're doing badly? That's why I asked," she said, rolling her eyes.
"So is asking supposed to make me feel better?" I retorted.
"Don't be a smart ass," she said as she stepped back, admiring her work. "Pretty good," she said, nodding at me.
"You look good too," I complimented her, and she gave me a dramatic little twirl. She was dressed in a knee-length midnight blue gown that looked really nice on her. She had let her curls down and even did a little makeup, but I couldn't help but notice the heels.
"We're going to kidnap the bride of a wedding, do you think you can run in heels?" I qu
