His Two Hidden Masks (COUNTING ON LOVE #4) by Emma Thorne EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Emma Thorne
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The day of my wedding to Roberto Bianco, I sat beside my Man of
Honor, Leo, and pretended I wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack that
was all my fault.
The Church of San Polo bridal room was cramped and cluttered.
Religious icons, paintings, and shelves of Venetian glass baubles covered
the walls. A spectacular blue chandelier hung from the center of the room.
It was so damn hot. There was no air conditioning in the church or in
the waiting room. The church looked like so many beautiful things in
Venice, gilded, glittering, and crumbling underneath.
I squirmed beside Leo, trying to adjust my corset. My dress was ivory
satin and lace, beaded with a scooped neck, capped sleeves, and a skirt full
enough to hide a pack of flower girls.
I joked with my mother that my dress had more layers than a five-tier
wedding cake. My comment had not been well received, like most of my
attempts to connect with her. My whole life, my mother and I viewed the
world through different colored lenses. Where I saw a beautiful sunset, my
mother saw air pollution.
I knew that life had not always been kind to her. My father was a
workaholic with moods that shifted as quickly as the rising water levels of
Venice.
I was only five when my older sister, Sara, died after a short illness at
age eighteen. I wondered sometimes what my mother was like before grief
changed her, before it changed both my parents.
“Is my face melting?” I said, turning to Leo.
I picked up an Architectural Digest magazine and waved it in front of
my face. “I’m melting, or dying. I’m dying, am I right? And why is there an
Architectural Digest in here and not a fan?”
“You are not melting or dying,” Leo said, his voice calm. “You look
beautiful now, and you looked beautiful before Mama Uzano hired someone
to paint your face.”
I waved my make-shift fan and resisted the urge to touch my skin.
Leo sat beside me, legs crossed, hands clasped in his lap, totally
unflustered. Tall and muscular, Leo looked like a runway model in his smart
black tuxedo. His shaved head and perfectly groomed goatee were on point.
His blue eyes stood out like gems against his olive skin.
Leo and I both grew up in Venice and were childhood friends. He
worked at the Lido Glass Factory just off San Marco Square and could sell
glass to a post.
He was also in a long-term, long-distance relationship with his
boyfriend, David, who worked in fashion in Milan. David wasn’t at the
wedding, as he had a runway event in Paris that he couldn’t miss.
“How are you not sweating?” I said, waving my magazine in Leo’s
beautiful face.
“I don’t sweat,” he said, brow wrinkling as if this were the most obvious
thing in the world.
“Everybody sweats.”
“Give me the damn magazine,” Leo said. “You look like a beautiful
little bird flapping your wings. It’s adorable and sad.” He took over as my
human fan.
“Thanks,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Better?” he asked.
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