Bound | H.S.

Chapter 6

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The living room of the suite was decorated for the bridal shower. I'd hoped to be spared that tradition, but my mother had insisted it would be an affront to the women of Harry's family if they couldn't meet me before the wedding.

I smoothed out the green cocktail dress. It was a color that was supposed to bring good luck. I knew my interpretation of what would be good luck at this point differed widely from Harry's and my father's interpretation.

Lily wasn't allowed to attend the bridal shower since she was deemed to young, but Gianna had argued her way into staying. Though I worried that there might be another reason behind mother's agreement.

Gianna had turned seventeen a few days ago. That meant she was almost old enough to be married off as well. I pushed the thought aside.

I could hear mother and Gianna arguing in the bedroom about what Gianna was supposed to wear when a knock sounded at the suite door. It was a bit early. The guests weren't supposed to arrive for another ten minutes.

I opened the door. Valentina stood in front of me, Umberto behind her. She was my cousin but five years older than me. Her mother and my mother were sisters.

She smiled apologetically. "I know I'm early."

"It's okay." I said, stepping back so she could walk in. Umberto sat back on the chair outside my door.

I really liked Valentina, so I didn't mind spending some time alone with her. She was tall and graceful, with dark-brown, almost black hair and eyes that were the darkest green imaginable. She wore a black dress with a pencil skirt that reached her knees.

Her husband Antonio had died six months ago, and my wedding would be the first time that she'd wear something other than black. Sometimes widows, especially older women, were expected to wear mourning for a year after their husband's death, but Valentina was only twenty-three. Harry's age.

I caught myself wishing her husband had died sooner so she could have married Harry, but then I felt horrible. I shouldn't be thinking like that.

Romero hovered beside the window.

"Could you please wait outside? A bridal shower is no place for a man." I said to him.

Romero tilted his head, but still walked out without another word.

"Your husband sent you his own bodyguard?" Valentina asked.

"He isn't my husband yet."

"No, you're right. You look sad." She said with a knowing expression as she sank down on the sofa. Champagne, soft drinks, and an array of fingerfood were set up on a table behind it.

I swallowed. "So do you." And I felt immediately stupid for saying something like that.

"My father wants me to remarry." She said, twisting her wedding band.

My eyes widened. "So soon?"

"Not right away. Apparently he's already talking to someone."

I couldn't believe it. "Can't you say no? You were already married."

"But it was a childless marriage, and I'm too young to stay alone. I had to move back in with my family. My father insisted on it to protect me."

We both knew that code. Women always needed protection from the outside world, especially if they were in a marriageable age.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It is what it is. You know that as well as I do."

I laughed bitterly. "Yeah."