"If I have to sit with another Moretti again in the next year, I'll kill the fucking lot myself," Leonardo grumbles from the sofa that's flushed against my office WALL by the door.

For once I didn’t blame my brother for his bad mood. Leonardo liked to complain. Most of the time it was a complaint not warranted but today was that odd occasion where it was more than warranted.

"It was negotiations! They're over! Today we'll meet our stubborn brother’s future bride and possible future end, blah blah blah." Anya makes a wavy notion with her fingers as she turns to face us.

"Camilla sounds like a Cruella or Druzella! It doesn't scream Cinderella or Belle," Anya points out, as her black dress kisses my carpet when she spins to face me.

“More like the evil witch from Snow White.”

“Touché, didn’t know that you watched that sort of thing,” Anya mentions with a chagrin smile.

“You know I watch that shit with Mischa.”

believe the lame excuse but we both know you watch it alone.” Anya

with little to no effort in

initially discussing before we were Disney interrupted. Yes, your future wife is a royal bitch, full stop

thing?" I query from my sister who was

Marco, this is an awful idea. You’re

tryna

her! Let's not judge until we see her," Nicole says as she leans her silver suit covered body against the window pane of

reason if it isn't love I think it

is for love. Just not the kind you want it to be,

it any better either. It feels like you have been

have you ever cared about anyone but

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