LAURAThe moment I slipped into my wedding dress, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. I think I've over stressed the fact that I never thought I was going to get married, but here I was."Don't cry now." Maria said wiping the makeup off my face with a wiper, she was careful enough not to ruin my makeup.I looked beautiful and the thought of it made me cry. I wonder what Matteo was feeling right now, I was hundred percent sure he wasn't crying but I wanted to know what he was feeling.The dress fit me perfectly, and I could feel the weight of the material. It was the main reason I didn't want to choose a ball dress, but I had to reduce my diet for a week so I could be able to fit into this dress. For some strange reason, I kept adding weight.I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like a princess, princess Ariel and I knew that today was going to be the best day of my life. The dress acted like a second skin clinging to my flesh as if it was clinging for

LAURA"Here," he said, pressing the passport into my hands. "This is our ticket to a new life. We can be whoever we want to be."I looked down at the passport, my heart racing. It had my picture but with brunette hair, but with a different name and date of birth, it held the name, Lacey Vincent's.It held new possibilities for me, to start a new life especially for the child inside me, he or she wouldn't know violence or wars. It was more than perfect.But how did he do this in less than twenty four hours? In recent times, I had learnt to not doubt Matteo, the man has his ways.Lacey sounds like a typical American name, someone who spends her fourth of June watching fireworks not dancing in a club. Lacey sounded like someone who probably was a virgin and had never been kidnapped or lost a baby before.I touched the passport and it looked authentic, Matteo gave me another one and it showed him, with a name, Marcus Kings. His picture had shorter hair and a look that didn't exude the dar