"What?" Vee snapped.
The maid swallowed. "You have guests."
Guests? Now? Her eyes moved to the clock on the wall. The wedding was still hours away. The church still needed checking. The flowers had not been confirmed.
Vee was just about to burst into a flurry of curses to express her frustration when she looked down the staircase.
And stopped. Most of the women of the famiglia stood in the foyer. Vee's mouth opened slightly.
"What…" Her voice caught. "What are you all doing here?"
One of the women, a graceful older wife, lifted a brow. "Good morning to you too, Donna."
"The wedding is at the church," Vee said, still confused. "And it's still hours away."
"We came to help," another woman replied.
A younger one beside her nodded. "We were a bit slighted you wouldn't ask us for help, so we took the initiative to be here nevertheless."
