Enzo

Sera had been gone for two weeks when we got the invitation in the mail for a Christmas Eve wedding.

I was in Luca’s office going over some last-minute changes for a shipment we had coming in when Lisa brought it in to him. When he opened the envelope and saw the telltale stationary, he stopped. His blue eyes found mine as I rose from my chair and approached his desk.

“Go ahead,” I told him.

The room blurred around me as he pulled out the invitation and opened it. “It’s not her,” he told me. I barely heard him over the blood rushing through my ears.

“It’s for...