Chapter 102 Movie

Chapter 102 Movie
Enzo

Her idea for a movie would have been damn good if not for one small fact: tomorrow is Christmas. Rose had avoided mentioning Christmas like the plague ever since I told the truth a month ago. It infuriated me because she'd proven me right. I knew I'd make her try to ignore her feelings about that day.

"I think we'll go for a drive tomorrow morning. I need to show you something," I tell her.

"Driving?" she asks hesitantly. "I really don't want to go outside."

She means she doesn't want me to see all the Christmas decorations that line practically every corner when we leave the house. Honestly, it's amazing how hard she tries.

"Let's get ready. Don't worry, you'll love it. I promise," I tell her.

"Okay," she mumbles.

She goes to pick up her phone, and I watch her reply to a couple of messages, probably about our wedding in a couple of days. A rush of excitement fills me at the thought of what I'm about to do tomorrow. Deep down, I know it's right. Nothing has ever felt so right.

When I wake up the next morning, she's already out of bed. She's standing by our bedroom window, watching the snow fall. I was worried we wouldn't have snow today, but I'm glad we did. On her face A soft smile appears as she realizes it all. I get up from the bed, walk behind her, and wrap my arms around her waist.

"Why do you like snow so much?" I ask quietly.

"Beautiful," she replies. "And simple, unpretentious. Just harmless tiny white crystals falling from the sky."

"It's very cold, though," I whisper, pulling her closer.

"I like the cold," she smiles.

"I know you do. Come on, go get ready. We leave in thirty minutes."

Rose turns and looks at me. A curious expression crosses her face.

"Will you come shower with me?" she asks.

We've been showering together almost every day for the past few weeks. But I know for a fact that if I shower with her right now, I won't be able to resist fucking her. And that wouldn't be ideal. Especially not today.

"No, I need to do something really quickly. I'll shower after you."

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's just work, Rose," I reply, my expression carefully blank.

She's still suspicious, but she nods and heads to the bathroom. I make a few important calls to make sure everything is okay. We will leave the house in thirty minutes.

She keeps asking me where we're going, and I pretend not to notice how her eyes light up at every particularly bright tree we pass.

If I hadn't known she loved me, I would have been so pleased when she turned down her brothers' Christmas dinner because she didn't want me to be alone.

And she wasn't going to make me sit through a dinner commemorating the anniversary of my parents' death. She didn't say that to me, but to her brother, who made sure to pass it on to me.

The moment I heard that, my plan solidified in my head. I did everything in my power to keep her from finding out. And now that this day has come, I can only hope she agrees.

As we turn toward her old neighborhood, Rose looks at me and narrows her eyes.

"What are you doing? I told you I wasn't going to dinner," she accuses.

I don't answer her right away, keeping my eyes on the road as we pull up to the De Luca mansion.

"Enzo!" Rose says coldly.

"Patience, princess," I whisper.

She doesn't say another word until we park in the driveway. When I look at her, her arms are crossed, and her face has a stubborn, determined expression.

"Rose..." I begin.

"I'm not getting out of the car or going inside," she says, not looking at me. "And even if I wanted to, I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt. There's nothing formal about me, so you can drive me home."

"It's okay. You can change here," I tell her.

"What does that even mean?" she mutters.

"I mean, we're not here for dinner. There won't be any more dinner."

Her gaze slid sharply over me. "What did you do?"

I smile.

"I'm here to give you a ride." You need to get dressed, dear.

“What for? And what do you mean there's no dinner? Where are the twins? You dropped them off here yesterday morning, right?”

“The twins are probably already at the church with Roman and the others.”

Her head tilts to the side in confusion. “Enzo, it's Friday.”

“I know.”

She gritted her teeth, her blue eyes fierce.

“Start making sense,” she snapped. “What's going on at the church?”

“The wedding,” I reply, my heart beating faster. “Ours.”

She tenses, her gaze sliding over my face. "Enzo, our wedding is in three days."

"Not anymore, princess. I moved it up. We're getting married today."

Her mouth drops open.

"Are you kidding me?" she screams, finally recovering from her shock.

I smile and get out of the car, seeing Elena and a couple of other women, Rose's friends, standing in the doorway of the house. Some of them are already dressed in the red bridesmaid dresses Rose picked out. Elena smiles encouragingly at me as I'm about to open Rose's door.

She steps outside, her eyes still in disbelief.

"Enzo, I swear, if this is some kind of joke..." Her words trail off as she spots her bridesmaids standing at the door. "Oh my God, you're serious."

"Sorry for lying, baby. But I had a chance to give you the wedding of your dreams, and I took it."

"But..." She pauses, apparently at a loss for words.

I feel a little sick, so I lean closer and stroke her hair.

"I wouldn't have to resort to this if you weren't so adamant about pretending Christmas doesn't exist. You love it. I pulled strings to make sure we got married today."

"That's impossible."

"It's possible," I assure her. "Especially since you're the only one who was in the dark about it. Even the twins kept it a secret. I wanted to surprise you."

"I still can't believe it," she mutters.

"We're getting married today, my love," I tell her, barely believing the words myself. "Nothing could have stopped me from making you my wife. Nothing but you. If you don't want to, now is your last chance."

Her eyes narrow, and her mouth tightens.

"Oh, so you're planning the wedding behind my back and decided to give me a choice in the matter, is that it? An hour before the ceremony?" she asks.

"Two hours."

"Enough time to get ready," I say with a slight smile. "And I'm so sorry. I'll apologize as much as you want."