Free Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Bride (The Rosso Family Series, #1) by Leslie North Page A

shrugged. “I was thinking Kato Antikeri maybe. Or perhaps Crete. Claire liked Crete last time we were there.”
    Alexandra stiffened. She swapped a look with Eva and knew her sister was thinking the same thing—these two should not go back to someplace they’d been before. That might only stir up old memories and old hurts. They needed freshness. Smiling, Alexandra nodded. “Kato Antikeri—you should definitely go to Villa Livia. But not just for days. Take a week. Or even two.”
    Antonio stood. “I don’t think Claire would like two weeks with nothing more to do than read a book.”
    “You could swim,” Eva said.
    “Picnics. Explore,” Alexandra added.
    Antonio looked from Alexandra to Eva and back again. “What are you two plotting?”
    “Nothing.” Both girls said the word at the same time. Alexandra could feel her face heating up, but she kept her expression blank.
    “I like Claire,” Eva said. The words came out with such force that Alexandra turned to stare at her sister. So did Antonio. Eva’s chin jutted out. “I do. And if you’re going to dump her after a month, the least you can do is give her a great time during that month. Don’t cheat her out of a great time on Kato Antikeri.”
    Alexandra glanced at Antonio. Now his face had darkened with a blush. He threw back his ouzo and grimaced. “I’m not going to cheat her out of anything. But I’ll think about a week—or two on Kato Antikeri.” Putting down his glass, he headed out of the room.
    Eva came over to Alexandra and offered up her hand for a high five. “That went better than I thought it would. Now what?”
    Alexandra smiled. “Now...now we make Claire fall in love not just with Antonio but with Greece. She needs to realize her heart is here.”
    Eva shook her head. “Do you think that’s really possible?”
    “If it’s not, then she shouldn’t be with Antonio.”
    ***
    W hen Claire woke, her first thought was that today she was marrying Antonio. Her heart slammed into her chest and for a moment she couldn’t suck down a breath—then she inhaled and sat up. A few years ago, the idea would have filled her with excitement and joy. Today the butterflies in her stomach felt more like B52 bombers.
    Am I really doing the right thing?
    Getting up, she strode to the French doors, pulled them open and stared out at the gardens. In some ways, the past week or two felt like a dream. Since Antonio’s sisters had come home, they’d insisted on taking her shopping and sightseeing. They’d taken her to the exclusive Attica Department Store, in a beautiful old building, and the Golden Hall on Kifisia in Maroussi, a huge shopping mall. They’d also taken her to the National Gardens, and made her climb Mount Lycabettus—and Eva had hinted how romantic it was to watch sunsets from that spot. Eva and Alexandra had then giggled like schoolgirls. They’d gone to the Plaka District for lunch and the boutiques, and they’d gone to the Exir Spa on Cape Sounio for a day, which had turned into a grueling interrogation with Alexandra asking a thousand questions about the wedding. Was it going to be in a church, or traditional? There was no question about Dareios being Antonio’s koumbaro , or best man, who would stand with him, but who was going to be Claire’s koumbara to help her dress? Who did Claire invite? What would Claire wear? Why hadn’t Antonio bought a ring for Claire yet?
    Claire finally asked both Eva and Alexandra to be her maids of honor, but Alexandra shook her head and Eva looked horrified—odd numbers were good luck and so it had to be one or three. And Claire suddenly wished she could have Brenna with her.
    She glanced at her phone now, sitting beside the bed. She’d been texting Brenna almost every day, but they hadn’t talked—the seven hour time difference was a headache and a problem. But now she wished she could just call Brenna and spill everything. She really couldn’t bring herself to wake her friend. She also