Chapter 93. The Wedding Dress

NICCOLO

Suit… check.

Bow tie… check.

Cufflinks… check.

Gun… safely tucked into my holster.

I slicked back my hair while looking at the mirror in the bathroom.

I look party ready. I’ve got everything I need.

All except one.

I opened the cabinet above the mirror and opened it to pick the ambrosia I needed in my system tonight if I was going to make it through without lashing out and losing grip of my insanity.

My antidepressants.

I took a pill and gulped it down before agreeing that I was really going to have a good time tonight.

Maybe.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Jasmine.

“Yoo, Jasmine! What the fuck are you doing wearing that dress?! Take off that dress right now!”

“Why!”

“Because I told you to! That’s among the costumes to be auctioned tonight!”

“Even better. I’ll give them a treat by modeling it then! They all should count themselves lucky to see me model this for them. They ha