Mafia Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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