Sophia's POV
He said yes.
I stared at the text message on my phone for what must have been the tenth time, still not quite believing it. After his initial rejection, after his excuse about the Castellano shipping dispute, I'd been so certain that our honeymoon would remain nothing more than a desperate fantasy.
But then, everything changed.
I've cleared my schedule. Pack for somewhere warm. We leave tomorrow.
That was it. No explanation. No apology for the earlier refusal. Just... yes.
What are you playing at, Vito Romano?
I set my phone down and turned to face the suitcase spread open on the bed. My clothes were neatly folded on one side, but it was the other side that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Emily's "essential honeymoon supplies" lay there in all their scandalous
