It's the night before Gael and Angela's big day and the boys and I are spending the night at the penthouse of the hotel. Each of us has our own room, thank fuck. I'm not about to share mine with any of the De Lucas.
Tonight, we're going to celebrate Gael's stag party. I'm not too excited about it, but I'm doing this for Riri and no one else. I'd rather be with her tonight, but she's also with the girls, doing pampering or something. I can't wait to see her tomorrow. I swear, this wedding has been separating me and my wife several times now. I don't like it.
Gael doesn't have that many friends. He keeps his circle to a minimum. We're in the living room of the penthouse, waiting for someone. I'm chilling in the armchair with my legs crossed and dicking around my phone without actually doing anything other than scrolling through my wife's Instagram posts. Giovanni is by the window with Gael while Sebastian is rifling through the drinks at the bar.