Over the next week, Prim told Egan over and over that she did not want to go through with this wedding.
It was still difficult to accept that she would be having a Mafia wedding.
Had she really sunk so low?
Anytime she said it though, the Ice god returned, and they ended up fighting.
She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut after another heated argument.
She had somehow forgotten her resolution. She had decided never to cry over spilled milk, and since she was tied to him for life, she would find a way to get satisfaction from pissing him the hell off.
She dialed Sol’s number.
“Hello, bride. I cannot believe I will be attending your wedding twice in the same year.”
“I can’t either. I need to place an order.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see,” Prim responded. “What's your
