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THE WEDDING OF TIFFANY AND Frank came round quicker than anticipated.
And although Richie had tried his best to come to terms with the fact that Eva will now officially have a step-dad, there was still a lot of jealousy and fear lingering in him. Especially after an incident where he couldn't buy her a toy she had her heart set on and she stopped talking to him for a few days, whilst Frank went out and bought her anything and everything she ever wanted.
The afterparty was held in their new home – it was certainly big enough for all of those who were invited.
Kitty couldn't help but roll her eyes when they landed on Francie Fak. Just sitting there at one of the tables, laughing with Neil.
She knew that Tiff had no beef with Francie and she could invite whoever the hell she wanted to her own wedding, but goddammit did it make her feel annoyed when she spotted her sister just sitting around as if she was fine with everything and everyone. Especially with how much Francie had been trying to reach out to her for the last few months, always trying to get updates on Kitty's life as well as casually speak to her as if they were on friendly terms.
"Shoot me," Kitty muttered, leaning into Richie's side.
He noted what made her so annoyed almost instantly and sighed, "Want me to get Tiff to kick her out?"
Kitty sighed but shook her head, "Nah, I don't wanna cause drama today."
"Yeah, well, all the Berzattos are here, so drama is a given."
Kitty laughed, "Yeah, we'll see who kicks that bucket first."
"Kitty!"
Kitty sighed as she heard Neil calling her over.
Richie looked at his girlfriend, grimacing.
"Kitty!"
"Here's to not causin' drama," Kitty muttered. She smoothed out her navy colored dress and with a deep inhale she finally worked up the courage to walk over to her siblings.
She could feel the weight of Francie's stare on her as she walked closer. Each step feeling like a pain shooting up her, as if her body was trying to protect her from reaching her destination.
"Kitty!" Francie cheered, standing up, her arms wide as if she was expecting to receive a hug.
Kitty clenched her jaw tight as she allowed her sister to wrap her arms around her. But she kept hers at her sides. She looked over Francie's shoulder, sending Neil the biggest death glare that she could muster up, watching as he sheepishly smiled before looking down at the table, acting more interested in the table cloth than the scene in front of him.
