Mafia Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

He reached out and called the waiter, picked up the red wine brought by the waiter, shook the red liquid inside, raised his cup, and took a sip gently, which was mellow. "Wei Hao..." Jin Puai wore a sapphire blue tube top knee-length skirt with looming cleavage and a pair of high heels with Phnom Penh on her feet, making her legs white and slender. She came over and took his arm and shouted delicate.! Then he looked in the direction he was looking, and his eyes couldn't help narrowing. She is Wen Yuhang's wife, and Today, Wen Yuhang's sister holds a wedding. She naturally appears at the wedding, so she doesn't feel anything strange, but Wei Hao, staring at others intently, makes her feel unc

It did not take long for the men to follow suit, slowly, cautiously they began to speak to each other and new friendships were born and a new Mafia family was created. Juliette knew the kind of wedding dress she wanted, she had pictured it in her mind and searched fruitlessly, she had designers falling over themselves to help her but they had nothing she wanted. She wanted a basque-style top that laced down to her hips with a full skirt, it would have lace sleeves but her shoulders would be bare and she was running out of time to find anything remotely like it. She had searched the local shops and talked to designers who showed her what they had made and offered alterations and now she was

He pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss . I am married to a mafia, he unhooked the necklace on his neck, looks like a ring was used as a pendant. He removed the ring then raised my right hand up. He inserted the ring on my finger. I looked majestic, there was a word engraved on it. My love . I was swept by emotion. " It belongs to my mother it was the last piece of her,I could keep to remember her I want you to have it because I know it's safe with you, looking at you I finally accepted that I haven't gotten over my pain and my past

I shook my head; I liked the veil as it was, with the tiara and the beautiful floral embroidery at the end. Ciara took my measurements and asked me to come back for the last fitting the day before my wedding for any adjustments. “For your jewelry, I must let you know there is a traditional necklace you’ll have to wear to the reception, if not the wedding. It is a tradition for the Mafia boss’s wife to wear it.” she explained, and I nod. The realization of the wedding happening in a few days sinking in. “I had asked Lorenzo what he wanted for the wedding, but he did not say anything. So darling, is there anything you would like the wedding planner to add?” Mama asked, and I frowned.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to say that.” She leaned closer, conspiratorial. “Mafia weddings are suffocatingly predictable. Same silhouettes. Same symbolism. Same purity narrative, Same white dresses.” She scoffed. “It’s exhausting.” I nodded. “Then you’ll like what I want.” She straightened, notebook ready. “Tell me.” “I want a princess gown,” I said. “Jet black.” Her pen stopped. “Go on.” “Inbuilt corset. Structured. Black gems either, onyx or obsidian, worked into it.”

A message from Amelia popped; last chance to back out before it's too late. I exhaled, with a little smile as I turned the screen face-down. My mind had already been made up before now. The event tonight was an auction. A themed fundraising display of priceless artifacts, attended by people wearing glittering gowns pretending to care about history while secretly bidding on things they shouldn't even own. My dress was simple but stunning, red silk and sleeveless with a slit that was from my knee downwards. I wasn't here to impress anyone but to work. Even though I needed to blend in, the dress did the trick, Elegant, stand out and eye-catching without begging for attention.

She wanted so much for her daughter and this marriage had been the biggest obstacle to her daughter’s future. Now that the obstacles were out of the picture, She felt so glad and happy that Mia had agreed to Marry the Illegitimate son of the Edward family, she always had it in mind that the two fitted perfectly, They were both outcast of both families. ………………..,,..,,,,,,,,,, A few days later Mia arrived at a church, wearing a simple white dress. She was getting married today. She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress, because she didn’t want to pay for it. She had a lot of things to do with money.

He said and walked forward, strolling into the church as well. The venue was nothing fancy. For a mafia family, they all wore black, that was the usual look for every mafia wedding in Reggio. If you come from a mafia family, then you have to follow the norms. But if you came from an influential family with no mafia background, then a white wedding was allowed. The bride’s car arrived 50 minutes after Dante arrived at the venue. Mimi in the car was fuming as she pressed down on her flower, imagining it to be Marco’s neck.

She looked like a bride pulled from a magazine. While she was still admiring herself in the mirror, her mother stepped inside the room. She had been in her own room getting ready for the wedding. Her mother was already fully dressed and made up, her navy gown long and sleek, hair in a classic bun, makeup expertly applied. When her mother saw her in her wedding dress, her eyes blurred with tears. "Elisa, you look absolutely gorgeous. You make a beautiful bride." "Thank you." When they were done, they left the hotel. A sleek black SUV waited at the entrance. Her father had already left for the venue. The wedding was to be held in an exclusive cathedral, thirty minutes from the Bellucci Hotel —

I sigh as I go naked in front of them, not wanting to argue about going naked in front of literal strangers. Within minutes, I'm already dressed in the white material from the box. The wedding dress. My stomach knotted at the thought that I would be married to a man whom I had no idea of and that I was tied to a mafia…a life of crimes. They keep doing something on my hair and I close my eyes shut, my fingers digging into my nail as I sob quietly.