บททั้งหมดของ Substitute Bride To The Mafia Boss : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

It was finally here. The day I was earnestly praying not to come, certainly not now. I was standing in front of the grand vanity, the golden lights from the bulb above illuminating my form.The room smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, and the quiet hum of classical music drifted in the background. I silently stared at my reflection. The woman in front of the mirror didn't feel like me, the makeup artist had spent hours perfecting my face. My skin was flawless, her light grey eyes accentuated with subtle shimmer and bold cat-eye flick that made them seem sharper. My lips were a muted rose color, and my hair had been curled into soft waves, pinned delicately beneath the lace trimmed veil that spilled down my back like a waterfall. And the dress. Another gasp slipped out of my mouth as I gazed at the beauty again. The gown hugged me in all the right places. It was a timeless piece of ivory silk and intricate designs that cinched at my waist and flowed to the ground like a dream.

The hall that was rented out for the after party was even more sparkling. I couldn't resist gawking at the soft golden lights that sparkled from the crystal chandeliers that towered over us. The sound of laughter mingled with the soft clink of glasses, and a live band playing something sultry in the corner made me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.I'd changed into something to match the aesthetics, my wedding dress was replaced with something lighter and easier to move around in. It was an ivory silk dress that stopped an inch above my knee with a dramatic open back and gold accents that shimmered when I moved. It was luxury without trying too hard, and it hugged me like it had been made for me. Which, apparently, it had. "Come on," Giovanni reappeared beside me with a glass of champagne, his hand resting against her back. "There's someone I want you to meet."They wove through the small clusters of guests, nodding politely, until they reached a woman standing near the bar.

After a very long and excruciating moment, he finally opened his mouth, saying the words I'd waited for. This was it. My life was going to be completely upended from now. "You're Dahlia Monroe," he said, his face straight. "That's who you've become." What the hell?I tried not to make any facial reactions, but my mind was already racing. How did he not figure it out? Enzo looked like the meticulous type. He'd taken it upon himself to find out about my life. Surely, he should've gotten a whiff of something. Was Dad really able to erase my existence that well?Had he, out of desperation, covered my tracks so perfectly that even someone like Enzo, with all of his resources, had no clue about my identity? "Hey," Enzo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked up at him, startled by the sincerity in his eyes. The suspicion was gone, even the curious glint, it was replaced with a quiet heaviness. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," he said, guiding me gently across the floo

"Are you okay?"I shifted to face him, my eyes wide with a mixture of shame and horror. "What?""You've been mumbling to yourself for some time now."I blinked, pointing at my chest, "I have?"He bobbed his head, and I swallowed, blanking out in what excuse to give. I didn't realize I'd been mumbling my stupid thoughts out loud, and I eyed him,Did he hear anything I said? Judging from the look on his face, he didn't seem to have heard anything. I sighed in relief, that meant I was in the clear. But I still didn't know what to tell him. I opened my mouth to respond, when the car suddenly screeched to a halt. He leaned forward to pull the partition open, I could barely hear what he was whispering, but after a moment, he shut the partition close and leaned back with an excited smile. "We're here." My heart leapt in her chest. My fingers gripped the edge of the seat as my mind spiraled. Already? I wasn't ready, not mentally or emotionally.The idea of being alone with him in some

He smiled. I could feel because his mouth was on my neck, moving back and forth. "It's my mother's old summer home. No one comes here anymore." I was so surprised, my eyes flew open instantly. "Why did you bring me here then?"He hummed, sending vibrations down my body. "Because it's quiet. And I figured you would use a break from all the noise." He squeezed gently, his fingers tracing circles around my stomach. "I promise you'll have the best time here, Dahlia." That made me think for a moment. Michelle was right, I had to make him fall in love with me. So much so that he wouldn't believe a word anyone said against me. I hadn't worried about Enzo since we entered the plane, and while all of this was heartwarming. I couldn't lose focus of the true reason for this honeymoon. There was no assurance that Enzo wasn't going to start tormenting me once I returned, and I needed insurance. This was the first step. I turned around, and took his face into my hands, leaning forward. There