Page 29 of The Virgin’s Dance with the Devil (The Martinelli Wedding #3)

The vision in white stepped through the cathedral door, holding her father’s arm. The light pouring through cast a shimmering halo around her.

Together, they shuffled to him, his angel from heaven and her father, and when Pietra gave Marisa to him, it was with a surprisingly strong, approving pat of his hand to Rico’s.

The sun poured over them both as they exchanged their vows, both of them barely able to contain the beaming smiles on their faces that, before God and everyone they loved, they were pledging their lives together.

Only Rico and Marisa knew they would be returning to this cathedral in six months or so to christen the little life growing in Marisa’s belly.

Okay, only Rico, Marisa’s mum and Marisa’s sister, but that was only because they’d been suspicious that the perfectly fitting wedding dress had to be taken out a tiny bit at the waist and had asked her.

Incapable of lying, they’d guessed the answer when her face had turned bright red.

And if they’d guessed then that meant Pietra and Gennaro knew, and probably the grandparents too.

But other than that, only Rico and Marisa knew they were going to be parents.

Later, swaying with his beautiful wife on the dance floor, Rico remembered how he’d prayed to God for one more dance with her. His prayer had been answered.

The devil would dance with his virgin for the rest of their lives.

THE END