All Chapters of The Chosen Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I arrived early that evening, and to my pleasant surprise, when I went to the dining room, I found my wife and my sister laughing heartily, something I never thought I'd see. She was a beauty in every sense of the word, a beauty in everything the world meant. It was as if they had bathed me in humor. "Can I know what's got you both in such high spirits?" I asked once I approached. "Oh! How lovely to see you, brother," Gemma replied with a hint of sarcasm. "I hadn't seen your face in years. Is everything all right?" Amaya covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, which made me smile. "Don't be silly... I've been busy with some important matters, but I've finished them," I explained and kissed her on the head. "What's got you both so animated?" "It's a silly thing from a series we both like," my sister explained. "Turns out I'm not the only Twilight fan in the world; there's another one right here, and she loves Damon Salvatore just like

That's what we did. He placed noise-canceling headphones on me, and we got on. Despite it being a bit uncomfortable due to the dress, he secured the harness properly. He was a complete gentleman, and when we took off, and I could see everything from above, with the best perspective in the world, I just melted. The views were breathtaking, like something out of a dream, from a distant place where the world ceased to exist and focused only on this. But the best part of the experience, of the adventure itself, was the fact that he spoke to me like someone in love with his place, in love with what Nevada could offer me. He had so much respect for the city he loved, the opportunities it offered, for all the changes and good things that had emerged, that it filled me with that. He was a man with a well-rooted mixed culture. He could speak to me as if he were the greatest Neapolitan in the world, but at the same time, he found a way to sell me the city that would embrace me

"I've never been to parties, mainly because I wasn't very sociable. I'm more of a bookworm than an adventurer. But, well, I can understand some contexts for the rest... And no, I tried alcohol with my mother so as not to embarrass myself in a certain situation, but it's not something I do regularly. And if you mean doing interesting things like going to fraternity parties, meeting guys, and other things, no... My best adventures were through reading." I knew she was innocent, but I had no idea to what extent until now. She had probably lived such a protected, sheltered life that I felt I had to do more for her and let her live a little, at least under my supervision. "Well, after we go to the fabulous place I'm taking you, we'll go home, and from there, I'll take you to a club to dance, to let loose just a bit, to experience it. And if you really don't like it, that's okay... But you'll be with the city's biggest partygoer," I added, and she furrowed her brow.

"What does this mean?" I asked her. "Indossare il tutto, allegro... Così non si va via così tesi. Solo... Rilassatevi un po." "I already got cheerful with the wine I had on the Ferris wheel," I told her, and she was taken aback with narrowed eyes. "Alessio Milano took you to a chocolate tasting on the High Roller Ferris wheel?" she asked incredulously, surprising me. "Yes, he did, after taking me on a gondola ride at The Venetian hotel and then a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon," I said nonchalantly, and she smiled. "I can't believe it..." "What's so unbelievable about it?" I asked with a furrowed brow. "Ask me that in a few weeks. For now, just relax and enjoy; my brother should be arriving soon." With that instruction, we drank the first shots until we lost count, laughed about some of the situations that happened in Las Vegas, some more absurd than others, and the fact that most divor

With more calm, we continued to the venue where we didn't have to wait in line, and we went up to the VIP area where we had personalized and excellent service. When we arrived, they immediately gave us a well-located table, and one of the waitresses approached to take our order. "Good evening, welcome to Lotus, tell me what you'd like to drink tonight..." "For me, a whiskey on the rocks, and for her, water," I ordered simply, which made Amaya furrow her brow. "I'm not just going to drink water; we're supposed to have fun, so... I want a Cosmopolitan, or no, I want whatever he orders, so we'll be on the same page." She was too enthusiastic. "What you want won't be; we could be on the same page, but you're already quite tipsy, and the best thing you can do is hydrate so you can join me on the dance floor when the fun music starts," I suggested. She didn't accept that. "I disagree; I want to drink, and I want to do it, and you're