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worn chairs in the corner. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
    “You should just run away,” Maria says absently, still scrolling through her phone.
    “Run away where ?” I reply.
    Maria puts her phone down. “As much as you act like a tough bitch, you’re never disobeying Daddy. I know that. But you should stop making life a living hell for everyone around you, Lizzy. It’s annoying.” She puts down her phone. “At least the one he picked for you is hot. I’d fuck him, anyway.”
    “Maria!”
    She shrugs. “What? I’m just saying, you could do a whole lot worse than Cain.”
    I feel the poisonous words on the tip of my tongue before they spill out and make the air toxic. “You’re right. I could do worse. I could be marrying your husband.”
    Maria recoils at the sting of my retort. “Fuck you, Lizzy.”
    She walks out of the dressing room. I hear the chime of the front door and a slamming of metal and glass. She’s left.
    Now it’s just me and the seamstress, and the worst part is that I know I deserve it.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    CAIN
    “You not going to eat that?” I ask Elizabeth, pointing at the meatballs on her plate.
    She shoves it towards me. “Go ahead. Something’s made me lose my appetite.” She looks at me pointedly.
    I laugh. “Sweetheart, this face has never made any woman lose her appetite.” I fork one of the meatballs and move it onto my plate. “If you’re worried about not fitting into your wedding dress, I’d like to make a request.”
    She looks simultaneously intrigued and angry for being intrigued. “What?”
    “I’d like to request that you never diet a day in our lives together.” I bite and chew thoughtfully, staring at her. She’s blushing again. “I prefer you curvy. Just more of you to love.”
    She looks like she’s about to smile, but she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes instead. “Nice pickup line. But you don’t need to waste it on me. Remember? We’re already getting married.”
    “Yeah, I heard something about that,” I reply drily, wiping my mouth on a cloth napkin. I look around the empty restaurant. The only people here are Tina the manager and the chef. I never bothered to learn his name. All I need to know is that he can make meatballs.
    “Do you really think our families are going to get along on the day of the.you know. Wedding,” she says the word like it’s a curse.
    I shrug. “I dunno. I guess. I think it’s right to hope for it. I’d hate for there to be a food fight. Be a waste of perfectly decent Italian food.”
    Elizabeth laughs. “Food fight. Right . Because our two families definitely use food to fight, and not colt forty fives.”
    I push my empty plate away and lean back in my chair, satisfied and full. “We should go over our vows.”
    “Vows? No. I’m just repeating after the minister. No special vows.”
    “Come on, Lizzy. It’d be fun. We can say whatever we want, up in front of all of those people. Here, I’ll write yours for you.” I affect a high-pitched voice. “Cain, I love you always. Your strong, rippling, physique, rugged good looks, and dogged determination to win my heart have swept me off my feet. I’m hopelessly in love. My panties are soaking wet every time I even catch a glimpse of you.”
    Elizabeth is enjoying this. She’s biting her lip and a smile is playing at the corners of her mouth.
    “I will love you all the days of my life, which will be long, happy, and full of spontaneous car sex.” I end my monologue. “Your turn. You do me.”
    She clears her throat and lowers her own voice. “Elizabeth,” she says.
    “Hey,” I object. “You’re making me sound like a cave man.”
    “If the shoe fits,” she spits back at me. “I didn’t interrupt your vows. Don’t interrupt mine.” She clears her throat again. “Elizabeth. I love you even though I can’t seem to buy the right flowers.” She looks down at yet another wilted bouquet, this time of red roses. “Even though I’m just a