The Breaker (Roman Republic #3)

Aurelia

The car pulled up as close as it could to the church, and we walked the rest of the way. I wore flip-flops because I wasn’t going to walk down the main path in heels. The cobblestone was cracked in lots of places, and I wouldn’t risk breaking my ankle at the eleventh hour . . . or ever.

Sofia held my arm and helped me to the courtyard with the fountain, water spouting from the mouths of horses, right outside the entrance to the church, where Constantine was waiting for me inside, along with hundreds of people.

My friends had made the trip and were my bridesmaids, but I also included some of his cousins, so it was a big bridal party. Constantine had ten guys in his lineup, so I tried to match.