about to leave her sanctuary when she spied him leaving his room. Thank goodness she was quick to shut her door.
She wasn’t ready to see him in the clear light of day. Not when she still felt so unbalanced.
She heard him talking to another man in rapid Italian earlier and from what she could pick in her rusty Italian, the second man was asking him to leave because it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride.
Hoe. Lee. Cow.
She broke out in a cold sweat.
Had she just slept with the groom ?!
The idea made her want to throw up.
What have I done?!
She almost jumped when someone knocked at her door.
“Dana? You up?” The voice sounded like Mel
Yeah. I’m up and about all right…oh, by the way, Mel…I may have slept with your groom last night…are we still best friends?
She was freaking inside her head.
“Dana? Are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”
“Y-Yes. Of course, babe. C-Come in…” she said while trying to gather her wits. Oh, what a mess!
Mel entered, still in her trademark shirt and cut-off shorts, her face radiating with happiness.
“Dana!” Mel shrieked as she launched herself like a little rocket to hug her.
Jordana felt her skin grow colder. How could she do this to her friend?
“Why are you so pale? Don’t tell me you’re still jetlagged!”
“N-No. Y-Yes. Maybe. A bit,” she stammered.
Mel placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous! I won’t believe that! That should be my line!”
She latched on that and even managed a nervous laugh. “Uhm. I guess, that must be it.”
Mel smiled broadly. “If you weren’t so late last night, you would’ve met Lonzo.”
What?
“Lo..Lonzo?”
“Rocco’s bestfriend. Lonzo Vitale. The best man at the wedding. They already left the castello a few minutes ago. My soon-to-be mother-in-law ordered the boys to stay out of our hair. For the meantime, anyway. They’re too distracting.”
Yes. I know he already left…oh heavens! Get me out of here now!
She felt awful .
“Lonzo occupied the room next to yours,” Mel added pointing at the direction of the room where Jordana spent the wee hours of the morning entwined with a man she didn’t know. She almost dropped to the floor in relief.
Lonzo. His name was Lonzo.
Now she finally knew his name. He was no longer “that stranger” she slept with. And the most important thing was, he was not the groom! She almost cried at the knowledge she didn’t screw up her best friend’s wedding.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you teary eyed all of a sudden?” Mel asked, concerned.
She giggled shakily before hugging her friend. Tightly.
“Hormones, hunny-bunny. Must be that time of the month.”
Mel asked her to join her for brunch, finally meeting the gracious and very kind Contessa Maria, who welcomed her with open arms.
“Mel was right. Those pictures of you in the magazines didn’t do you any justice! You are much, much more beautiful in person! And you don’t even have any make up on! You caused quite a stir among my nephews. I have to beat their heads with a stick before they went off to my brother Carlo’s place,” the grand lady said in accented English.
Jordana blushed at the compliment. “Ma’am, those pictures came out of great because of good lighting and skillful make up.”
“See, Mama? She’s so down-to-earth. Told you she’s not like those other supermodels,” Mel said.
The contessa smiled. She must’ve been a great beauty during her time.
“Are you married, my dear?”
Uh-oh . Jordana can smell matchmaking from a mile away, so she just smiled and said she had no plans of taking the plunge. Yet.
“Ah! You reminded me of Lonzo. That dear boy is always working, working and working. Have you met him?”
She had met him alright. She could still feel him deep inside her. Heavens, her face must be beet-red by this time, her cheeks and her ears felt tremendously warm.
The contessa laughed. “I’m sorry if I am embarrassing you.
She wasn’t ready to see him in the clear light of day. Not when she still felt so unbalanced.
She heard him talking to another man in rapid Italian earlier and from what she could pick in her rusty Italian, the second man was asking him to leave because it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride.
Hoe. Lee. Cow.
She broke out in a cold sweat.
Had she just slept with the groom ?!
The idea made her want to throw up.
What have I done?!
She almost jumped when someone knocked at her door.
“Dana? You up?” The voice sounded like Mel
Yeah. I’m up and about all right…oh, by the way, Mel…I may have slept with your groom last night…are we still best friends?
She was freaking inside her head.
“Dana? Are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”
“Y-Yes. Of course, babe. C-Come in…” she said while trying to gather her wits. Oh, what a mess!
Mel entered, still in her trademark shirt and cut-off shorts, her face radiating with happiness.
“Dana!” Mel shrieked as she launched herself like a little rocket to hug her.
Jordana felt her skin grow colder. How could she do this to her friend?
“Why are you so pale? Don’t tell me you’re still jetlagged!”
“N-No. Y-Yes. Maybe. A bit,” she stammered.
Mel placed her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous! I won’t believe that! That should be my line!”
She latched on that and even managed a nervous laugh. “Uhm. I guess, that must be it.”
Mel smiled broadly. “If you weren’t so late last night, you would’ve met Lonzo.”
What?
“Lo..Lonzo?”
“Rocco’s bestfriend. Lonzo Vitale. The best man at the wedding. They already left the castello a few minutes ago. My soon-to-be mother-in-law ordered the boys to stay out of our hair. For the meantime, anyway. They’re too distracting.”
Yes. I know he already left…oh heavens! Get me out of here now!
She felt awful .
“Lonzo occupied the room next to yours,” Mel added pointing at the direction of the room where Jordana spent the wee hours of the morning entwined with a man she didn’t know. She almost dropped to the floor in relief.
Lonzo. His name was Lonzo.
Now she finally knew his name. He was no longer “that stranger” she slept with. And the most important thing was, he was not the groom! She almost cried at the knowledge she didn’t screw up her best friend’s wedding.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you teary eyed all of a sudden?” Mel asked, concerned.
She giggled shakily before hugging her friend. Tightly.
“Hormones, hunny-bunny. Must be that time of the month.”
Mel asked her to join her for brunch, finally meeting the gracious and very kind Contessa Maria, who welcomed her with open arms.
“Mel was right. Those pictures of you in the magazines didn’t do you any justice! You are much, much more beautiful in person! And you don’t even have any make up on! You caused quite a stir among my nephews. I have to beat their heads with a stick before they went off to my brother Carlo’s place,” the grand lady said in accented English.
Jordana blushed at the compliment. “Ma’am, those pictures came out of great because of good lighting and skillful make up.”
“See, Mama? She’s so down-to-earth. Told you she’s not like those other supermodels,” Mel said.
The contessa smiled. She must’ve been a great beauty during her time.
“Are you married, my dear?”
Uh-oh . Jordana can smell matchmaking from a mile away, so she just smiled and said she had no plans of taking the plunge. Yet.
“Ah! You reminded me of Lonzo. That dear boy is always working, working and working. Have you met him?”
She had met him alright. She could still feel him deep inside her. Heavens, her face must be beet-red by this time, her cheeks and her ears felt tremendously warm.
The contessa laughed. “I’m sorry if I am embarrassing you.
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