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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

3 days later

I wake up to a people walking all around my room. That's one way of a wake up call.

There's multiple people by my bed in my bathroom. What the hell. A women in about her 40s comes to my side. "Hello miss." She says pulling the blanket from my body. I was just in my underwear so it was awkward when she noticed that as well. "Don't worry, I've seen it all." She pulls me up from my bed and hustle me into the shower and hands me all of these different products that I've never heard of before.

I wrap the towel around my body only getting 10 minutes to shower.
I'm pulled over to the vanity and they start to do magic in my face and hair.

I wasn't even sure how weddings worked, or what my wedding was going to be like because it all went by so fast. I was literally rushed into this.

After a good hour or so, they finally finished my makeup and I looked in the mirror studying the Smokey eye and natural lips with some nude liner and lipgloss. It was a more simple look, but good for a wedding I suppose.

I turn around and see a beautiful wedding dress displayed on a mannequin.

It was more of a tighter fitting dress with floral print and sweep train. It was beautiful.

They ushered me to stand and dragged me over ridding and I had put undergarments on earlier so I didn't flash anyone when they ripped my towel off.

Once the dress was on, it fit like a glove. I turn in the mirror and almost drop dead at the sight of myself, my hair is pin straight with two braids going back. "Work of art ladies. Work of art." I tell them when they look at me.

I hear them chuckle behind me and someone comes up to me from the side. "Are you ready Mrs. Morelli?"

"Yes, but no." I cringe at the sound of here saying the last name. A knock sounds on the door and it opens revealing my father.

"Come on, let's go." His stern voice makes my skin crawl. He doesn't deserve to walk me down the isle. But then again, it's not a real wedding.

I feel the nerves start to kick in as we approach the huge French doors that lead into the backyard.

Suddenly my father jerks me to face him. His hold on my arms painful. "Don't fucking mess up this marriage because I need the money, capito?" He warns me and I nod. Not wanting to speak up. "I don't need another women in life fucking up the things I worked for."

I choke back my tears, I know he's referring to mother. I can't even find myself to smile as the doors are opened revealing many people that I don't even know.

All the attention is on me and I hate it. I just want to disappear and never show my face again. I'm his is so embarrassing. Looking in front of me I see Giovanni with a inpatient expression on his face as I walk up to them. I see Enzo is sitting of to the side watching me.