GIOVANNI’S POV
I surveyed the Grand Palazzo Hotel with a critical eye. The morning sun casted golden light across the building, and even from below I could see the meticulous preparations taking place on the rooftop.
Luigi appeared at my elbow almost instantly, slightly out of breath.
"Mr. De Santis, welcome! Please, come with me.” He grinned. “I want to show you everything we've prepared."
We took the private elevator to the reception hall, and when the doors opened, I had to admit that I was impressed.
The space had white roses decorating everywhere and crystal chandeliers hung suspended from the ceiling. The chairs were draped in ivory silk, and a white runner stretched down the aisle.
"I saw the bride earlier," Luigi said. "She's absolutely stunning, Mr. De Santis. Truly breathta
