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OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE around the table I thought would be late for dinner; it didn’t cross my mind to put Aliyana on the list. The food is almost cold by the time she arrives, and because she is the guest none of us have eaten. Aside from Mischa of course.
“Sorry I’m late,” Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still swollen from sleep.
But her muzzled hair and half-mast eyes that are way too dangerous to belong to a woman like her, is not what has us all staring. Everyone seated around the table is wearing evening clothes, dressed to take pictures and have wine in the informal lounge after dinner. It is an Italian tradition when someone is getting married.
The women gossip and compare dresses and the men talk business. In our case, Aliyana, will join in on our di
