“Mamma, please. Not today.”
She pauses. “How are you doing? The Irishman still breathing?”
I throw an irritated glance toward the other room. “He’s still breathing.”
She chuckles. “Sounds like he won’t be for long.”
“Tell me about Lili. Did you see her leave?”
“Sí. She and her pretty boy left with about ninety-seven bodyguards in a convoy of limos. Looked like a presidential motorcade. Then Gianni left. I don’t know where, because he didn’t go to the reception, and he never came back to the hotel.”
I’m relieved to hear Lili left the church with Juan Pablo and was under protection when she went. That must mean they were headed to the airport as Quinn ordered. But then I hear a loud popping sound in the background and frown.
“Did you just open another bottle of champagne?”
“Don’t jud
