Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 187

Gianna's POV

I was still wrapped in my towel, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, when a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," I called, expecting Dante.

Instead, Vera swept into the room, her face bright with excitement.

"Good morning, dear! I hope I'm not disturbing you, but are you ready for our day out? I've been looking forward to this since I mentioned it last night!"

Right. She had mentioned something about spending time together, showing me around Monaco. In the chaos of last night's tension with Dante, I'd almost forgotten.

"Oh, yes," I said, forcing a smile. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready."

I hesitated, then added, "Would it be okay if Mira came along? She's here with Bruno, and I..."

"Already taken care of!" Vera waved her hand dismissively, her rings catching the light. "Your friend is already downstairs waiting. I couldn't possibly leave her behind while we're out having fun. The more, the merrier!"

Relief washed over me. "Thank you. Really, that means a lot."

"Nonsense." She walked toward the door, then paused. "I have the whole day planned, spa, shopping, lunch at this divine little café overlooking the harbor, then maybe the pool if we have time."

Part of me wanted to stay here, to wait for Dante and finally have that conversation we needed. But he'd already left without a word this morning, and maybe some space would do us good.

She clasped her hands together. "It'll be wonderful getting to know you better."

"That sounds lovely," I replied. "I'll be down in twenty minutes."

"Perfect! Wear something comfortable. We have a lot of ground to cover." She winked and walked out, leaving a trail of expensive perfume in her wake.

Twenty minutes later, I found myself being ushered into a sleek black SUV. Mira was already in the back seat, and she squeezed my hand as I slid in beside her.

"Morning." A warm smile spread across her face, easy and welcoming. "Ready for a day of pampering?"

I matched it with one of my own, a little too quick, a little too bright. "Yeah... yeah, I am."

Vera slid into the front passenger seat, then twisted around to look at us, her expression softening. "Girls, relax. You're with me. It's going to be fun."

Mira and I both nodded, almost at the same time.

Satisfied, Vera turned back around and immediately slipped into an animated conversation with the driver as the car pulled away from the villa.

Mira leaned closer to me, lowering her voice. "You look like you're about to be interrogated again."

I huffed under my breath.

"Relax," she murmured. "This will be good. You need this."

Maybe she was right.

The spa looked exactly how I imagined it.

It sat right by the sea, with huge windows and a clear view of the water. Soft music played somewhere in the background, and the air smelled clean, like lavender and other essential oils.

Two women in neat white uniforms greeted us at the entrance, giving a small bow. "Mrs. DeLuca, welcome back. Everything is ready."

I looked around as we walked in. The place was quiet and empty.

"Did you rent out the entire spa?" I asked Vera, incredulous.

She smiled. "Of course. Privacy is essential, don't you think? Besides, I wanted us to be able to talk freely."

Mira's eyes went wide. "This is my first time at a spa," she whispered to me, looking around like she'd stepped into a palace. "I mean, I've heard about them, but wow."

Vera turned back with a knowing smile. "Well, today you'll get the full experience."

We were taken into a private room where two massage beds were already set up. Candles flickered on the side tables, and the room smelled warm and calm.

Three attendants stood waiting. All of them looked like they were in their thirties, each wearing a bright smile.

"Is everything ready?" Vera asked the head attendant.

"Yes, Mrs. DeLuca. Everything is prepared to your specifications."

Vera's smile widened. She turned to me. "You're Mrs. DeLuca now too, you know."

Then she waved it off lightly and turned to them. "But today, just call me Vera, so there's no mix-up."

Vera was right. I was Mrs. DeLuca now.

Mira and I laughed, and for the first time that morning, the tight feeling in my chest eased a little.

One of the attendants gestured toward a changing area. "Please, ladies, you'll find robes inside. Take your time."

The three of us changed into plush white robes and slippers. When we returned, Vera was already speaking quietly with one of the attendants.

She turned to us with an apologetic smile.

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