Chapter Two Hundred And Seven
Alicia's POV
The morning of the wedding, I woke up to Lia crying.
"I'll get her," Sophie said, appearing in the doorway. "You need to get ready. Nonna's orders."
"But she needs to eat—"
"I'll bring her to you after you're dressed. Go. Shower. Start getting ready. Today's your wedding day."
My wedding day.
To Malachi.
After everything we'd been through, everything we'd survived, everything we'd built together.
Today I was marrying him.
I showered quickly. Put on the robe Signora Moretti had given me. Sat at the vanity while the makeup artist worked.
"You're glowing," she said.
"It's the lack of sleep. New baby."
"It's happiness. I can always tell."
Sophie brought Lia in. "She's hungry and she wants her mama."
I fed Lia while the hairstylist worked around us. It was chaotic and perfect and exactly what I wanted.
"How are you feeling?" Sophie asked.
"Nervous. Excited. Terrified."
"That's normal for a bride."
