CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE – WEDDING PARTY

The reception continued in full swing, with guests enjoying the carefully curated menu of Italian classics with a modern twist. The Screaming Cannolis, true to the compromise, took the stage for a short set. To everyone's surprise (and Rebecca's relief), their music was actually quite good, if a bit louder than the typical wedding band. As the night wore on, it was time for the traditional bouquet and garter toss. Rebecca stood on a chair, her back to the crowd of eager single ladies. With a mischievous grin, she tossed the bouquet over her shoulder. There was a moment of chaos as the women scrambled for it, but in the end, it was Nancy who emerged victorious, a look of shock on her face. "Well, well," Rebecca teased as she climbed down. "Looks like you might be next, sis!" Nancy blushed, her eyes darting to a handsome groomsman she'd been chatting with earlier. "We'll see about that," she laughed. The garter toss was equally entertaining, with Luca making a show of slowly removing