A woman takes a bullet for the man she loves, only to watch him delay their wedding again and again—ninety-nine times over. When his endless excuses finally push her past her limit, she vanishes, forcing him to confront what he has lost.
As a mafia boss, Vincenzo always got what he wanted. When he postponed our wedding for the 99th time, he expected me to accept it. He was wrong. I called the wedding planner with a steady hand.
Scratch my name. The new bride will be Vincenzo's little assistant, Rosa. Miss Lillian, I understand how you feel. But the wedding is already fully arranged.
Are you sure you want to make this change? I lowered my eyes to the wedding gown sketch. The signature at the bottom was Vincenzo and Lillian. But there was a note written beside.
Vincenzo always said she was just trying to help. But from the length of the carpet to the menu of drinks and desserts, she made all the decisions without me. Now the style of my own wedding dress.
She wanted to stick her nose into that, too. A mermaid gown would suit her better. I turned the sketch over and answered calmly. I'm certain.
Change the bride's name to Rosa. If she wanted it so badly, I would just leave her to it. I looked up at the framed photo on the wall. A picture of Vincenzo and me smiling so happily.
From now on, our paths would never cross again. You could stay right where you were. As for me, I would leave this place behind. Find a life of my own.
Sure, we will make the changes immediately. Then she paused. But shouldn't we inform Vincenzo first? There's no need.
I still remember the day I first met Vincenzo. I was doing sketches in Brooklyn when he stepped out of that sharp jawline, dark eyes that held something dangerous. My heartbeat started to race and he smiled back at me too.
From that day on, we kept running into each other.