THE BRIDE - By Shaxee
Chapter 37 There is always a sneer in Las Vegas. The mountains around it sneer. The desert sneers. And arrogant in the middle of its wide valley, dominating those diligent sprawling suburbs, the downtown city sneers like anything. – Jan Morris Francesca Marcolini’s POV At the age of twenty-one, I had this simple and intimate wedding which was attended by a number of guests from the cream of Italian society. And when my husband suddenly died on our wedding day, I thought from that moment I would never wed again.