/Eliana's POV/
The ceremony was about to get started. This day is all about Martin Mancini. The photos the banners the decoration and everything. Riccardo is the happiest among the four of us. By four of us I meant, Me, Him, Martin and Tessa. Yeas, Martin called his favorite daughters-in-law. They have been all giggly since we got inside.
"I'm so happy for you father. I'm sure Alfredo would be happy if he was here," she said. I don't know what Alfredo saw in this bitch, but I wasn't feeling it. Plus I'm sure he wouldn't be happy if he knew about his father.
"I'm sure about that, dear," Martin tapped her shoulders. God, there so annoying.
"I know you're mad about Tessa coming but," Riccardo kissed my neck, "make it less obvious,"
I rolled my eyes and gulped my wine, "I'm not mad about her,"
'I'm mad about your cruel father is being honored,'
"What is it then?" His hand brush against my bare thigh, "Maybe—"
