Novel & Cerita Mafia Wedding Dress

The engagement gala for the union of the Alexander and Camorra families. Alexander ordered me to attend as a server. To pour wine for Sophia. That night, I didn't wear a maid's uniform. I wore a deep V-neck red dress. I had bought it with the commission money I had saved for years. I looked like a poppy blooming on the edge of a cliff—dangerous and mesmerizing. Tray in hand, I wove through the crowd of Mafia royalty, stepping closer and closer to the perfect couple on the dais. Sophia clung to Alexander’s arm, beaming with triumph. When she saw me approach, her eyes glittered with malice. "Ivy. Pour the wine. Do it on your knees."

Gianna Ammassari The evening felt like a dream, perfect, almost surreal. As I stepped out of the sleek black car, I caught my reflection in the glass doors and blushed at the sight. My emerald green Valentino dress hugged me in all the right places, making me feel like I belonged beside Nico Baldocchi—the leader of one of Sicily’s most powerful mafia families and soon to be my husband.

I wasn’t aware of any birthmarks that Giulia had so she didn’t want to out herself half a day into her mission. “You have to try on your wedding dress today,” The maid who I learned that her name was Mariam informed me. My eyes grew wide as the words slipped from my lips. “Wedding dress?” “Yes. Your wedding dress,” she confirms. I was still in shock. This wasn’t my life so it wasn’t easy to keep track, especially when I became her few hours ago. “You were meant to get married to Alpha Cohen three days from now and today is when you try on your dress,” she explains.

He responded, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She giggled, and looked away. That was impressive. She looked back again at the long queue they and all their guests formed as they drove in the sunset towards the river. Primrose Barlos was really having a mafia wedding. She shook her head. She would not think of that now. “What are you doing?” She asked, as Egan began to unzip her dress. “You have to get out of the dress anyway” he said, kissing her neck, already pushing her back softly to the spacious seats.

She felt little reviled knowing that her master Jeremy sends someone to protect her. She attracted many eyes as she was wearing a very revealing dress which wasn’t qualified to cover her as she was expecting. It was an off shoulder silver dress with very high two cuts on both sides of her leg exposing her long leg up to the upper end of thigh. Her bouncy boobs were shaking at her every step making men look at her with nasty gaze. She was blaming him for choosing that dress for her because guards told her that while giving.

It wasn't a very happy wedding like those of her older sisters. Maarifa looked beautiful in her colorful capulana dress. She had tied her hair up with an ivory hairpin and had beads in her hair. In front of the party, there was a child sitting at a wooden table, staring at the Footman as if she had already made her destiny.

I wonder if the others will attend the wedding and will they recognize me? Good fuck, Bella, get a grip on yourself. Two hours later, I finally got into my dress. The dress was a white satin with a deep v-neck, a backless high-slit long dress. It fell on the floor. I didn't wear a veil because this is only a marriage on paper. I did however choose a small tiara. Uncle Michael walked in; he had a blue suit on. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said, ‘You look beautiful, Bella.” He smiled.

“Now Greg, listen. I know you want to be a mafia, but always be a good mafia. A mafia that believes killing the wicked people is far better than killing any person just for power and fame.” “Sure, Mama. I promise to do that.” Not long after, a maid knocked. I opened the door, and she brought in my dress. “Hello, ma’am. This is your dress. They are ready.” “Oh, thank you.” “Um, I need to help you wear it. Yonda is getting married to a prince, so we’re going with the old style.” “Oh, you mean lacing?” “Yeah, exactly.” “Okay, sure.” I turned to Greg. “Now, can you go meet your granddaddy? I’ll join you outside.”

“Shall we, my muse?” Elena nodded gracefully, placing her hand in his as they joined the other couples drifting towards the floor. The music sent beautiful sensations all over her body, and she let him lead, elegantly following his movements. They were having fun, until her eyes wandered… And then she saw him. Across from them, a tall man dressed in a black tuxedo and silver mask danced with effortless grace. His partner was a blonde woman in an expensive looking ball gown, but his eyes… intense, and dark… were locked on her.

My eyes roved around the hall, sparing glances at all those who were in attendance before finally locking with those formidable orbs. Dante. He looked very handsome in his tuxedo which hugged his impeccable muscles and showcased how perfectly carved they were. His black hair was slicked and let to cascade. A devilish smile crawled upon his face on seeing me. His eyes took in my entire appearance. He didn't touch me but his eyes touched my entire body and it seemed to even unclad me. My mermaid fitted style wedding gown had done justice in bringing out my slim curves. My hair had been styled by some of the best hair stylist in New York, different hair pins forming a decorative pattern on my w