Giorgia stood back and smiled. “You're a beautiful bride…again."
We were in the bedroom we'd been assigned in the Ruiz home. While the house wasn't as large as Mom's place, it was beautiful in its own right: Spanish architecture and as Dario had promised, beautifully situated on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
I turned to the full-length mirror. My cream-colored lace dress was formfitting with a hem that came to above my ankles. My hair was styled in an updo. I wore rhinestone-studded four-inch-heeled sandals and beneath my dress was a lace bra and panties. “At least Aléjandro won't be cutting this off of me." My attempt at levity wasn't appreciated by my cousin.
“I'm sorry you have to do this."
Bending my knees, I sank onto the side of the bed. “I think I've come to terms wi
