“Once the alcohol gets into the Lucianos’ systems, they will be,” she revealed in a sarcastic tone that actually wasn’t sarcastic at all. The Luciano family was rough and knew how to party hard.
She raised her brow. “They will?”
“Are they serving anything other than wine and champagne?” Kat had only noticed those drinking glasses around.
“Yes, it’s a full open bar.”
“Then give it thirty minutes,” she said with certainty.
All the girls laughed.
She saw the tall, handsome blond who Drago had slammed the door on. He looked like he might be walking over here with another guy. “Who is that cute blond? He was the one who dropped off the pizza for us.” She leaned over asking Maria.
What she had heard just a moment before wasn’t laughter; now it was full-on laughter.
“That’s my boyfriend, Vincent,” Lake finally told her when she stopped.
“And my brother.” Adalyn giggled.
Oops. “Sorry, I didn’t kn—”
“It’s okay,” Lake stopped, her clearly unbothered. “He would get a kick out of it if he knew.”
Maria, however, had yet to stop laughing. She practically had tears in her eyes.
She didn’t understand what was so funny about it.
“What’s so funny?” Vincent asked when he finally reached them.
Please don’t! Please don’t say anything.
Wiping away a tear, the princess flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, nothing.”
Lake smiled, playing dumb for her. “This is my boyfriend, Vincent.”
“Hello, I think we’ve met.” The tall, handsome blond dazzled his perfect teeth at her while holding his hand out.
“Y-Yes.” She got stuck staring into his amazing baby blues. Pretty boys like him didn’t exist in her world. Trying not to look like more of an idiot, she tried to get herself under control. “Hi, I’m Kat.”
“It’s good to meet you without a door in my face.” He winked at her before going to stand next to his girl.
“And this is my boyfriend, Nero,” Elle spoke, bringing her attention to the guy who had walked over with Vincent.
She looked at the other one. He had dark hair and emerald-green eyes. He was handsome as well, but to her it was very obvious that he was another brother of Lucca’s. He resembled him in a lot of ways, not as scary looking, but he was still young, she supposed. “Hello.”
Nero gave his hi with a simple nod as he stood close to Elle.
Yeah, definitely Lucca’s brother.
With a song change, there seemed to be some brave, drunk souls that went out to the dance floor.
“Ooo, let’s dance.” The tall Lake stood, taking Elle’s and Adalyn’s hands.
On the way up, Adalyn grabbed Kat’s. “Come dance with us.”
Afraid of saying no to the girl, she looked back at Maria for help.
“I’ll be there in a few.” She made no effort of getting up but instead looked around the room for someone in particular.
“Hello, what about us?” a frustrated Vincent yelled out when he and Nero were left behind.
She was dragged to the dance floor by girls she had just met minutes ago, who made her feel welcome in their group as they started dancing. She wasn’t that into it at first but slowly relaxed as she danced to the music, and it got a lot easier the more and more people came onto the dance floor after watching them having fun. The boys even joined their girlfriends, but it took longer for Angel to join his after several heated glances from Adalyn.
Steadily, the air in the room changed from a tense situation to an all-out carefree party. Who would’ve thought that a wedding and a lot of booze could’ve made these two families coexist in the same room at least for a one night?
She wasn’t sure how long they had danced, but she was sweaty under the heavy dress when a slow song started, breaking the groups up into couples. Kat was heading to take a break when the handsomest Caruso came over.
“Would you like to dance?” Leo asked with a smile.
She couldn’t help but smile back, taking the hand he was holding out to her. “It would be my pleasure.”
* * *
“It looks like my son has taken to your wife.” Dante sat down his whiskey glass, nodding to where the Luciano girl and Leo were dancing.
After their first dance, Drago had spent the night right beside his boss, not liking the air in the room. His instinct to protect his boss was just too strong, being an easy target in this room and in this situation. The Carusos were relying on fear to keep the Lucianos in line. However, the longer he sat protecting his boss, the more he had only watched her. His wife. It was as if he was becoming mesmerized by Katarina the longer he continued to watch her laugh and dance.
He thought the need for revenge would have been satiated. It had started to taste sweet when Dominic had met him before he walked down the aisle, but it quickly turned bitter with every look he glanced her way. She had spent their whole reception not with her family but with the Carusos, the little witch becoming even more and more likable. Ever since Leo had met her, Drago had spent days hearing him talk about her up until the wedding, and now she was dancing with him, making the kid happy. “I see that.”