Flirting With Fire ✅

54 - Epilogue

Ivy

"You know, she overthinks everything. Too cautious."

"Well, he's too impulsive."

"She always takes too long to make up her mind, always has to consider every angle before she makes her move. Indecisive, that's right. That's the word I'm looking for."

"What can I say, opposite attracts. Sometimes I think he doesn't even have much of a brain considering ..."

My father looks at Don Lombardi with one eyebrow raised.

"Are you trying to change my mind about accepting this union?"

"No, are you?" Don Lombardi asked him back, to which he scoffed.

"Course not."

They both slowly turns their head forward and made themselves comfortable in their chair as they went back to watching all the commotion in front of them. Several men were arranging chairs, tables, bouquets of flowers of varying pink, white and red hues, and several other decorative materials on the wide manicured lawn. Putting up final touches for today's event. It appears to be a very beautiful day with not a single cloud marring the clear cerulean blue sky.

The two Dons lean back into their rattan patio chairs, their hats lowered, dark glasses covering their eyes, as they both soaked up the sun amidst their hectic surroundings.

"Besides, unless you want to pay me back the money I've already put in, this wedding will happen."

Dad smacks his companion's arm, causing him to shift his gaze to his offender.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Is that the only reason you're going through with this? Because you're such a scrooge?"

"Call me what you want, but at the end of the day, I'm Daddy Warbucks for a reason." Don Lombardi smirks back.

"Daddy Warbucks my ass. Just admit it, you got conned into paying for that ridiculous dress. Whoever heard of the groom's father paying for the bride's dress."

"Hey, I was trying to make her feel indebted. Just in case she does a runner again."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," he replied, shaking his head, amusement on his face.

I chuckled softly, listening to the two old men bicker. They seem to have gone a long way from wishing each other's death to arguing about dresses. If anyone asked me ten years ago if I think they will survive being in the same room together, I would have laughed off at that notion. But today, they not only can stand each other in close proximity, but are also talking, though, not as friendly as I would have liked but, I'll take what I can.

I turn around when I felt a tap on my shoulder and faced a smiling Eliza, my soon to be mother in law and Lyla, Luke's little sister.

"Are they still behaving?" She asked me, softly as she took a peak over my shoulders and saw the two men through the opened window.

"Yeah, I think so," I whispered back.

"I still can't believe dad is being civil with Don Greyson." Lyla sniggered, finding the situation humorous.

"Same here. I was prepared to keep them at opposite sides of the house till the ceremony," a little smile tugged at my lips.

Both women take in my dress. A simple but elegant a-line, short sleeve white dress with a satin skirt, floral embroidered bust, and a thin encrusted belt to cinch my waist. I had let out my hair loose into a loose braid, adorned with several gold floral pins.