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Jane:Oops. Sorry.

Joe:For the record, I'm not lying. The article's legit, and you guys can look it up as well and fact check what I'm saying.

Jane:Well, I guess I can see why her actions would seem diabolical? I mean, picking up from where we left off, we have Ysabel who ran away when she heard Ynez's name, and thenthere was Mr. Marchetti, who saw Ysabel react when the name 'Ynez' was mentioned.

Joe:So that's how he ended up mistaking Ysabel for her sister?

Jane:She had a face mask on that time, and since the two sisters do look really similar, I get why he'd be mistaken. But - and this is where women's intuition comes in - I really think he should've realized eventually she was nothing like the girl he had met that night, you know?

Joe:Well, here's the thing about us men. We hate admitting mistakes.

Jane:And again, I love that you're being honest about that. Way to go, Joe.

Joe:Thank you, and way to go to Massimo Marchetti and Ysabel Ossini, who have proven that true love will always win in the end...because they did, right?

Jane:Oh, absolutely. The last confirmed sighting of Ynez in Boston was like ages ago, and I've read several blind items online that say it's because Ynez has been, you know.

Joe:No, really, I don't know.

Jane:Excommunicado by everyone in Boston. They say it's tit for tat, and she's expected to stay away for five years, which is the same length of time she's kept the truth hidden from Massimo and Ysabel.

Joe:That's brutal, man. If it were true, I mean. But...it could've been worse, right?

Jane:Oh, wait! Look, someone's tagged us in another photo, and aww...these two have really been #couplegoals foreveryone since they went public. I love how Massimo openly dotes on his fiancée.

Joe:We've been tagged in another photo, and err...I think you should use a different hashtag with this one.

Jane:Huh?

Joe:Think...NSFW, since I think Massimo's doting on her in a very special way!

Jane:Oh my goodness! Is he...oh my gosh!

Joe:You know how people sometimes talk about men hiding behind their women's skirts like it's a bad thing? Well, I guess it's completely different when they're under it? Or rather inside of it?

Jane:And...I think that's our cue to take a short break, here's a song requested by one of our listeners...

IT WAS THE MOST WICKEDLYbeautiful wedding Bostn had ever seen, as well as the most haunting and terrifyingly challenging. For invited guests to enjoy the lavish reception prepared for them, they must first enter a funhouse and answer three questions. A single correct answer would be enough to have the doors to the ballroom open, but for those who failed all three, well...

"Didanyone fail, though?" Ysabel asked curiously as her bridegroom swiftly undid the row of pearl buttons lining the back of her wedding gown.

"You'll have to ask Sarica about that," Massimo said dryly, "since she volunteered to take care of that part of the wedding."

Ysabel couldn't help laughing. "Why am I not even surprised?"

"And why,ciliegina mia—-" He carefully peeled her gown off her shoulders and allowed it to slowly fall into a pool of silk around her feet. "—-are we spending our wedding night talking about another woman?"

Her breath caught at the way he was staring at her.This,she thought dizzily.Thiswas exactly how he had been staring at her that night five years ago, and she just wanted to cry, when she thought about how both of them had been so close to losing each other for good.

Need blazed through his veins as he looked his fill of his bride, who was now down to a delicate set of underwear and matching thigh-high stockings held up by the sexiest pair of garter belts. He saw her start to squirm under his gaze, and a smirk slowly unfurled over his lips.

"Am I making you uncomfortable—-"

She started to say yes.

"—-or is it more like you're starting to become uncomfortablywet?"

But as soon as she heard him say the other word, all she could do was swallow hard.Gosh, oh gosh.How was it that Massimo only seemed to get devilishly hotter every day of their lives?