Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 327

The luncheon we have a week later is…awkward, to say the least. I say a little prayer of thanks about every ten seconds that Daniel hasn’t left my side for a moment, charmingly fending off questions and making small talk with both the Biancis and the Aldens while I stay quiet, smiling prettily.

I look up at my handsome fiancé and I shake my head a little at the laugh that bubbles out of his throat at something my father just said – something decidedly unfunny. But the way Daniel reacts? You’d think my father was a damn comedian.

Daniel glances down at me and sends me a little wink that makes me burst into a smile.

See? I think. He’s got me charmed too. These damn Lippert men.

I look around the room, taking it all in. Janeen, of course, stayed home with dad – no one here wants to acknowledge my adoptive family as anything but a footnote in my life – but everyone else of note is here. Even Jerome stands by the door in a black suit and sunglasses, playing the role of our personal body guard.

My eyes flick to Natalia and Alessi, who did indeed fly in from Italy the moment Daniel called them and asked them to come back. Alessi was characteristically thrilled when we told him about my pregnancy. He kissed me four times – twice on both cheeks – and told me I was a wonder and a Madonna. Natalia, also characteristically, had been more reserved, offering her congratulations with narrowed eyes.

As I watch them now, delicately selecting their lunch from the buffet table my father generously provided, I can see in the stern set of her features that this is not a celebration lunch for her. No, she’s got something up her sleeve. And I, particularly, would like to know what it is.

“Isn’t that right, Fay?” Daniel asks, and I turn my face up to him. And then I do my best to blush and pretend to be embarrassed for being distracted.

“What?” I ask, turning to one of his Bianci cousins and smiling even though I honestly don’t care what he said.

“Anthony was just asking if we have plans to honeymoon,” Daniel says smoothly. “But I told him…probably not until the baby comes. Right?”

“Yeah,” I say, grimacing and leaning into Daniel’s side as if I’m the most infatuated girl on earth. “As much as I’d love to run away to Paris with this guy tomorrow, I think it’s probably better to go when I can enjoy the wine and the unpasteurized cheese, right?”

Daniel and his cousin laugh politely, but they’re cut a little short as Natalia’s voice cuts smoothly in, a barb on her tongue as usual.

“That’s our Fay,” she says, smiling around at us as she joins the conversation. “Always worried about where the next drink is coming from.” She gives me a simpering little wink and I work hard – really hard – to keep the smile on my face. “There is more to life than that, girl! But,” she shrugs, “you will see.”