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At the hotel, his mother and a few of his closest were already waiting in the lobby.

"Dante, why aren't you in your suit yet? Isn't Nina with you?"

He paused. "She should be in the ballroom already."

Except he had no idea which ballroom. Nina had never told him. He'd never asked.

He caught a hotel staff member. "Which ballroom did Nina book?"

The woman thumbed through her binder. "The Garden Room… but…"

Her expression turned awkward. "She called to cancel two weeks ago. She told us the wedding was off."

Everything in Dante's chest locked up.

The wedding. Was off.

His world, at that exact moment, collapsed in on itself.