โ Scribed by Rayne, Piper
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Heโs the quiet brooding guy whoโs owned my heart since I was sixteen but has refused to claim it.
Iโm the naรฏve woman who believes that someday our time will come.
I just didnโt realize that someday would include waking up in Vegas with a raging hangover and a ring on my finger.
If we believed in fate, maybe one of us wouldโve trusted that something more powerful than ourselves interceded because our love is one of tangled vines. As twisted and frayed as theyโve become over the years, theyโve never broken.
An annulment seemed like the easy way out. We shouldโve known it wouldnโt be fate that intervened, but our Italian Mamas. They can deliver Oscar-worthy performances when heaping on the guilt.
We thought itโd be easy to pretend to be a happily married couple in front of our families for three months and then say we gave it our best shot and go our separate ways.
But nothing is easy when it comes to Dominic Mancini and me. Nothing.
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
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