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the kid was a nervous wreck.
    Cara walked over and took her mother’s hand. “I was afraid if I told you Dad would be joining us, you might not come. Today’s important, Mom. I want you both with me.”
    Missy shot Vinnie a say anything out of line and I’ll kick your ass look. Gritting her teeth till she was certain blood dripped from each corner of her mouth, she muttered, “I wouldn’t miss this day for anything, honey. Besides, your father and I are adults. We’re past all that stuff.” She turned to glare at him through slitted eyes. “Right?”
    Vinnie cleared his throat and took a step back. “Absolutely. Your wedding is the most important thing to us, sweetie.”
    Cara walked to the sofa where she picked up her jacket. “Thank God. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do if you two…well, never mind. Just goes to show, Dan was right.”
    “About what?” Missy asked.
    “He thinks I don’t give the two of you enough credit. That it’s been almost a year and I am worrying for nothing.”
    “Dan is very wise.” Missy glanced at her snake in the grass husband who still wore that ridiculous smile on his too handsome face. “You shouldn’t worry about the two of us.”
    As they walked toward the door, Vinnie placed one hand on Missy’s lower back. After a sharp elbow in the ribs, he quickly dropped his hand. Ignoring the familiar tingle shooting through her, she pushed all thoughts pertaining to him aside. Today was about Cara.
    After arriving at Beautiful Bridals by Barbara, Vinnie excused himself to visit the men’s room while Cara went over the specifications for her dress with the saleswoman, emphasizing the four-week deadline.
    Activity filled the dress shop. What Missy assumed were brides-to-be giggled and laughed in small groups throughout the expansive lobby. A larger than life crystal chandelier hung above them while soft music played in the background and an almost electric vibe filled the upscale shop.
    After the clerk and Cara disappeared into one of the dressing rooms, Missy took a deep breath then sat on the sofa provided for the bride’s family. In front of the couch stood a full-length triple mirror and a small stage where the bride would stand while she modeled gown possibilities. A voice inside Missy’s head screamed, enjoy yourself! Don’t let Vinnie unnerve you .
    When he returned from the john, he sat next to her. Right next to her. With barely an inch between them. An entire sofa available and he had to sit this close? What was with him?
    “So, this is a big day.” In a ritual of motion, he rubbed both hands on the legs of his jeans. “I didn’t think I’d be nervous. Must be...pre-wedding jitters.”
    Why was he so nervous? All he has to do is just show up the day of the wedding. Sure, giving his baby away is going to be hard, but honestly, suck it up , she told him silently. I’m the one with a list so long I can’t keep track .
    Mega annoyed, Missy cleared her throat. “We should talk about a budget.”
    He nodded, barely meeting her gaze. “Whatever Cara wants, she’ll have.”
    Missy wanted to choke him. Mr. Cheapskate speaks. The man who saved bubble wrap and cardboard boxes until their garage screamed for help, claiming when they sold the house, they’d need it for packing. Had she just entered the Twilight Zone? “Excuse me?”
    He nodded and gave her that stupid smile again. “Whatever our little girl wants—within reason, of course.”
    “Who are you and what did you do with the real Vincenzo Giuseppe Modesto?”
    He didn’t have a chance to answer because Cara entered the room in an absolutely stunning strapless gown with tiny pearls embossing the bodice.
    “Wow,” Missy said.
    “Do you like it?”
    “You look like a princess,” Vinnie whispered.
    Missy glanced at him. Had he read her mind?
    Cara frowned. “It almost feels like a prom dress. I don’t think it’s the one.”
    The saleswomen nodded. Cara hiked up the gown so she