Novel & Cerita Mafia Wedding Dress

You must be wondering why the colour red, my dear husband decided that red looks good on me, and it is a symbol for blood, so rivals would know better than to attack. It is a stunning gown in deep crimson, adorned with intricate black lace and shimmering sequins. The dress has a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating my curves, with a dramatic mermaid-style skirt that cascades into a long train. The neckline is a daring plunge, adorned with a delicate black lace choker. The sleeves are sheer, with lace detailing and elegant button accents. To complete the look, I will be wearing a black veil, embellished with dark red roses, and carries a bouquet of deep red roses and black feathers. It's a t

"Perfect. Everything is perfect." And it was. Although messy and complicated and nothing like I'd imagined, but perfect in its own way. We arrived at Luca's estate an hour later. The wedding was being held in his gardens — a massive, elaborate affair that screamed mafia elegance. Giulia looked stunning in her wedding dress, all diamonds and silk and fierce Russian beauty. "You're late, Calloway," Luca called out when he saw us. "I was about to send my men after you." "Family emergency," Grant said, grinning. "The good kind."

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.

If I sent her away, then I would be disrespecting the Mafia king who had set up this alliance. An alliance that had been three years in the making. It had cost blood and money and the kind of painstaking diplomacy that men in my world were not naturally built for. After much concession, the wedding had been set for today, and every significant figure in the northern syndicate had attended it. These men would rather be caught dead than find themselves at a wedding, which went to show how important this event was. If I walked into that room and announced the bride was dead and the woman standing beside me was her twin sister, there would be no recovering the evening.

Luca said, as if he were asking for a glass of water, "Clara's dress is ruined. Let her wear your gown for a while." My hand stopped around the lipstick tube. The ivory gown hung behind me, fitted five separate times so the waist and neckline would sit exactly right. It wasn't my wedding dress, but it was the dress in which the Moretti family would present me as Luca's fiancee. Maya stepped in front of me. "Luca, are you serious? This is Anna's engagement party. She hunted through half of Chicago for that dress." Luca's gaze slid past her and landed on me.

I stood a few feet from the bed, my muscles tight and trembling from the cold, before walking quietly toward the full-length mirror by the dark wood wardrobe. I looked like a mess. The high, stiff collar of my wedding dress was crushed and stained with dirt from my failed escape through the window bars. The thick makeup my mother had ordered the maids to plaster on my face was smeared across my cheeks. But no amount of powder could hide the dark purple bruise blooming along my jawline, a parting gift from my father's hand before they dragged me to the courthouse. A low, rough groan broke the heavy silence.

"Oh, you mean this? Matteo said he could dispose of your token however he pleased. He thought bringing out mass-produced trash from some insignificant country family like yours would just invite ridicule." I forced down my rage. "This marriage is an alliance. You should show me some respect." Carla scoffed, walking toward me as she looked me up and down in my simple wedding gown. "Matteo said a woman like you just embarrasses the Leonardo family when standing beside him. The woman at his side needs to be powerful enough—like me." I almost laughed from the sheer audacity "Are you seriously this stupid?" I shot back. "Your Don need to take responsibility for your impolite behavior"

I was not going there. I went to the closet and pulled out a navy dress that was formal enough for whatever this meeting was but not so fancy that I'd look like I was trying too hard. Added the pearl earrings my mother had given me before she died. Checked my reflection and decided I looked presentable enough to play the role of dutiful mafia wife, even if said wife had just spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at her husband's forearms. Dante was waiting by the front entrance when I came downstairs. He looked me over once, his expression unreadable, and I felt my face get warm under his gaze. Then he turned and walked toward the car without saying anything.

She jumped in, and the driver hurried off to the gathering scene. Their marriage has been annulled as of now. This large party is being held so the world would realize Miquel Salvador is currently a hitched man.They got to the setting with her mother's vehicle behind hers. The driver pulled the entryway open as Joanna ventured out, stunning everybody with her excellence.With the manner in which the wedding dress embraced her firmly, it felt like it was planned only for her. It drew out every last bit of her breathtaking shape. Nobody could take their eyes off her as she ventured into the colossal and topped-off meeting room.Everyone present was either mafia or well-off finance managers.

I did not want to dragged around like some doll, prize, or worse, some sort of weakness. But what choice did I have in the end? Fuck that asshole. Two days after, we were at another reception. One of Luca's old friends... some important ally from the mainland... had married a much younger bride, and the celebration sprawled across a hotel ballroom that smelled like roses and wealth. I wore a red dress for the event, fitted and highnecked, with a slit that sliced up my right thigh. I hadn't chosen it. Maria had laid it out for me earlier after I announced that Luca was making me go to another party.