Claiming What's Mine

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my brother’s fiancée, in for a

of socialites and models have clung to his arm over the years. I don’t remember seeing him with the same w

d it’s easy to understand why. His new fiancée is kind and sweet.

hich is filled with a hundred and fifty close friends and family.

shake my head. “My mother has so much more in the works for you. This little shindig is just the beginnin

their decision. But not Grace. She’s embraced our family as if we w

ing in bad weather when they lost control of their vehicle. She doesn’t have any siblings, aunts, uncles, or grandparents. It was always just the three of t

n Chicago, New York, and Italy. Second and third cousins are considered family just

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ust the way it is. I can understand how it could be overwhelming if you aren’t used to that

walk down the aisle as you can get, Mama was overjoyed at the prospect of planning an

eo proposed?” With shining eyes, she continues, “Can you believe he was able to squeeze us in on

ith Kenneth making tentative arrangements right after Matteo picked out Grace’s ring.

all this,” she says softly. “I’d be comple

e. Wanting to offer comfort, I slip an arm around Grace. “I’m sorry. It

at times like these.” Lost in her own thoughts, she falls silent for a moment. “Your parents have been so kind and welcoming. I’m thankful for t

been erected for today’s festivities. Space heaters are discreetl

ully,

n the Midwest. The weather is unpredictable and often changes in the

claims in an awed tone. “How did your m

her many tale

the sides, laden with meats, cheeses, breads, and pasta dishes that are kept warm in silver chafing dishes. Another table boasts a display of delicate desserts. I’ve been eyeing the tiramisu for a

n’t need Kenneth’s help, but she adores him. My gaze lands on Mama, who’s surrounded by a dozen or so guests. She has an infectious personali

I catch sight of my friend and wave. He smiles in return. I hope we can carve out a few hours to catch up before he l

brooding eyes that are focused on me. The moment our gazes collide, a jolt

Santori’s presence, my reaction is always swift and powerful. It’s

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is man that attract