His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367

Aria

Just two more days.

Forty-eight hours and I would officially become a married woman-a wife.

After my talk with Vince, all hope had returned, and I was still prepared to fight for his heart. According to him, I was not that bad, and I didn’t see that as a rejection.

I could only see it as a sign to change into the loving wife he wanted me to be.

“Quit dreaming.” Angelo pushed my shoulder.

“I wasn’t, I spoke, looking out the car window.

Angelo Marino had been following me around for hours, telling me what to do and what not to do, how to look and How not to look. Angelo was loud, talkative, curious, and anything but shy.

I couldn’t even take a shit without him guarding the door.

After persuading mom to at least let me take part in one activity, she agreed to let me do the cake testing. Despite the short timeline, mom had found someone who was up for the challenge and could create her dream wedding cake in days.

She was in charge of everything, including flying over my awful cousins and her friends’ daughters to be my bridesmaids.

“Thanks for joining me.” I ended up thanking Angelo. He was a bit annoying, but still-he didn’t have to be here. “I know it’s not that exciting, but..”

Angelo pulled a shocked expression. “Not exciting? Are you kidding me? I love cake!”

“You do?”

“I do.” He nodded. “I’m not here because of you-I’m here for the cake.”

I thought his words were a joke, but once we had started the tasting, I wasn’t that sure anymore. While I stuffed my mouth with small and innocent bites, Angelo stuffed his face with different cakes.

“Hmm, these people aren’t joking around with their recipes.” He burped loudly, making me bury my head in embarrassment.

Angelo frowned. “What?” He asked. “Have you never heard anyone burp before?”

I shot up my head. “Are you challenging me?”

“What if I am?”

Aria Morales was not the one to turn down a challenge. For a second, I forgot everything mom and dad taught me and released a loud burp.

Shocked by my actions, I covered my mouth and quickly looked around to ensure no one noticed. The room was filled with the sound of Angelo’s loud laughter.

“What was that?” He cackled. “Oscar said you’re supposedly this perfect, well-behaved lady.”

“I still am!”

I bet the expression on my face looked uncomfortable, but the feeling was otherwise. It was not that easy for me to be myself around people, let alone burp-but with Angelo, it just felt different.

He was of no relevance to me, a fool-so I didn’t care how he’d see me. I didn’t have to pretend around him.

“I think it’s better to just focus on the tasting.”

“If you say so.” Angelo picked up his spoon and scooped a big piece of cake. “You should taste this one.”

Forced, I opened my mouth to taste the cake, trying to figure out the taste. “Strawberry?”

“No, stupid.” Angelo tapped his spoon on my lip and leaned in closer. “It’s obviously raspberry.”

I laughed at my stupidity and covered my face, embarrassed. “I knew that. I was just kidding.” I spoke. “Anyway, which one’s your favorite?”

“The last one.”

“I agree,” I said, just wanting to get it over with. I’ll take this one.”

What was the point of doing all this when I wasn’t even here with my so-called fiancé?

No matter how grateful I was for Angelo’s presence-he wasn’t supposed to be the one sitting here.

The sulky look on my face must’ve caught Angelo’s attention because he had dropped everything he was doing and turned his chair to face me.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked as I automatically reached for a napkin to clean his dirty mouth. “You’ve got such a nice future ahead. Why Vince?”

Displeased with the question, I closed my eyes for a second but did not stop wiping his mouth. The Marinos disliked the Garcias, but somehow I wanted to believe Angelo had nothing against Vince. I wanted to believe that he was different from his family.

Why Vince?

Just because.

“I love him.” I didn’t stutter. He didn’t love me. He told me he would never fall for me-but I didn’t mind.

I loved him, and I would fight for his heart until he felt the same.

“You love him?” The side of Angelo’s lips curled.

“Do you even know what that means?” He raised his brow.

I opened my mouth to give him an answer, but I could not find the words.

Love?

What does it mean?

It was a question I hadn’t thought about, and I could not explain it. All I knew was that I wanted Vince in my life, and wasn’t that good enough?

“I just…want to be with him,” I whispered. “Why, are you going to start advising that he isn’t good enough for me?”

Angelo had a stupid smirk on his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

“If this is about you being uncomfortable living on Garcia territory, don’t worry.” I laughed nervously. “It’ll be Garcia-Morales.”

Dad ensured half the Morales employees would transfer to Vince’s mansion, so we wouldn’t be outnumbered. It served as another way for him to control our marriage, and although I disagreed, I was okay with it.

“Why isn’t Vince here with you?” Angelo finally dropped the bomb.