Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Bride (The Rosso Family Series, #1) by Leslie North Page A

off? Just once, don’t you want to see him speechless—his jaw hanging open and have him stare at you like you’re his very most favorite dish in the world? Eva and I love both you and Antonio very much. You should have at least one wonderful, happy day.”
    “But...oh, I can’t.”
    Eva came over and stood in front of Claire. “Yes, you can. Do you want to ruin your own wedding day!” Claire looked at the dress and felt tears spring to her eyes. Eva grabbed her free arm and shook it. “Don’t cry, you’ll mess up your makeup, and I’ll have to do it all over again.”
    Taking a couple of deep breaths, Claire shook her head. “What’s Antonio going to think?”
    “That you look like a goddess.”
    Eva rolled her eyes. “You two should just sleep with each other and stop acting like you’re both twelve!”
    Alexandra gave Eva a glare, and Claire avoided meeting either of their stares. She kept telling herself it was way better to be a little sexually frustrated for a few weeks and not give in to the urges Antonio kept stirring up. But she was also starting to think that, either way, she would end up a complete wreck when this fantasy ended.
    Tugging on Claire’s dressing gown, Alexandra glanced at the clock. “We’ve got to move or you’re going to be late to your wedding.”
    Ruthlessly, Alexandra and Eva stripped her and dressed her. When she turned to look at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t believe how perfectly the dress fit.
    Peering at her in the mirror over her left shoulder, Eva grinned. “This is going to be the knock-off dress of the year.
    Alexandra put an arm around Claire’s shoulders. “My brother is going to fall in love with you—like a man struck by a thunderbolt from Zeus.”
    “That doesn’t sound so good.” Claire licked very dry lips, then remembered her makeup and tried not to fuss.
    “Come on. It’s time. I can hear the music starting up.” Alexandra tugged her toward the doorway. Eva darted out and down the stairs—she was supposed to be the flower girl.
    At the top of the stairs, Alexandra picked up the train of the dress. Eva pushed a bouquet of white roses and orange blossoms into Claire’s hand. Claire walked down the stairs, her hand shaking and her stomach doing somersaults.
    The wedding was taking place in the back garden, just past the terrace. As they neared the doors leading out of the house, Claire saw that a gazebo had been set up at the far end of the garden. There were also about fifty more people than she’d expected. She turned to Alexandra. “Who is everyone?”
    With a shrug, Alexandra said, “Cousins. These are only the ones Antonio had to invite, but we’ll be hearing from the family for years about this. Now go.” She put a hand on the small of Claire’s back and pushed.
    Heart thudding, Claire started walking. She focused on Antonio and tried to ignore the stares on her and the whispers.
    Antonio looked handsome in a dark-blue suit and an open necked button-down white shirt. He had a white rose in his lapel. He stared at her, his eyes darkening.  A shiver ran through her.
    I can do this! I hope I can do this!
    She made that her mantra as she walked and tried not to trip. She’d put on the gold sandals she’d bought with Antonio on that day he’d been so passionate in the dressing room. A string quartet played something classical that Claire couldn’t have named if she’d tried. She was vaguely aware of Dareios, standing next to Antonio, and of the few guests gathered near. The ceremony was a civil one—and Antonio had persuaded the official to come to the estate instead of going to the office like most people. Antonio had explained to Claire that the marriage would have to be registered to be valid, but he’d managed to get all the red tape unknotted and finished.
    When she stepped next to Antonio, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Nice dress.”
    Face hot, Claire whispered back, “Thank your sisters. They hijacked my