REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 88

Everyone was already seated around the large table. I slid quietly into an empty chair next to Dario. He didn't say a word, just reached for the silver pot and poured a cup of coffee, sliding it over to my plate with a quiet motion. I glanced up. Dario's face was flushed red, and my father was sitting across from him, glaring at him hard enough to burn a hole right through his chest.

Vincenzo took a sip of his coffee, looking lazily between the two men. "Pedro, relax. They already signed the marriage certificate a month ago. They're married. Calm down." he said.

Elena rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "So old-fashioned." she said quietly. My father let out a loud, heavy hmph, crossing his arms over his chest. At the other end of the table, Bianca and Ella burst out laughing, hiding their grins behind their napkins.

I took a sip of the coffee Dario poured me, keeping my voice soft and polite as I looked toward the head of the table. "Mom, you and Grandma will handle the party details, and the wedding details along with Ella and Bianca. I trust you completely." I said.

Grandmother smiled, clapping her hands together softly. "Done. Consider it handled. Let us start on the lists immediately." She said.

Before I could even finish my toast, Ella and Bianca jumped up from their chairs, grabbing my hands and dragging me straight out of the dining room to go shopping. Uncle Pascal came with us and we took a couple of security guards with us, heading out toward the front drive. Dario tried to stand up and follow us, but my father and his father both reached out at the same time, physically grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back down into his seat.

As the car pulled away from the front steps, the estate was already starting to get busy, workers and staff moving back and forth across the grounds as the preparations for the weekend finally kicked into gear. The SUV pulled away from the gates, rolling down the wide, tree-lined road that led straight toward the city center. In the front passenger seat, Uncle Pascal turned around in his seat, resting his arm against the headrest as he pointed out the window.

"That's the municipal district over there," he said, his voice casual as he showed me around. "And past those commercial blocks is where the central port district starts. Everything you see on this side of the river runs through your father's network." he said.

I nodded quietly, watching the buildings blur past the glass. As the convoy slowed down and pulled up to the curb, I looked out the window and stared up at the massive glass structure towering over the street.

Uncle Pascal pushed his door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk, walking back to open mine. "Largest mall in Southport," he said with a small grin. "Built it for the family years ago, we own the whole property." he said with a proud smile.

Before I could even take a breath, Ella and Bianca hooked their arms through mine, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come on," Ella said, pulling me toward the entrance. "Let's go make a dent in your Uncle and dad's bank account."

The three of us walked through the glass doors, flanked closely by Uncle Pascal and five quiet bodyguards trailing a few steps behind. I couldn't help slowing down for a second, looking up at the high glass ceilings and the open multi-level walkways stretching out around us.

We headed straight for a high-end boutique near the main entrance. For the next few hours, the three of us tore through the racks, pulling dresses, shoes, and bags off the displays while poor Uncle Pascal and the bodyguards were turned into personal fashion racks. Ella and Bianca forced Uncle Pascal to hold half a dozen hangers at once, making him and the guards try on ridiculous velvet hats and oversized sunglasses just to laugh at them. By the time our feet were sore, we rode the elevator all the way to the top floor to eat at the private restaurant overlooking the city.

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