Don Humiliated Me at the Wedding, So Why Cry After I Left by Private Jet

Tommy Marchetti and I went back to his enclave in the hills for the blood-bound union.

The ceremony hadn't even started when his so-called family friend Gianna Russo came sauntering over with a plate of cake, grinning ear to ear, and smashed it straight into my face.

A glass of red followed, poured right over my head. My gown was soaked through with something sticky and foul.

I shoved her away, barely keeping my anger in check. "There's a time and place for jokes, and this isn't it!"

Gianna staggered back with exaggerated flair, dropping to the ground.