Novel & Cerita Mafia Wedding Dress

Wait was he jealous? I shook my head at myself and slip off my dress placing my bag on the table I open the wardrobe saying Luca clothes at one side mine at the other I snatched off a long maxi gown from the racks look through the chest containing my lingerie and selected a white La Perla matching bra and panties.

And now that he was getting married, she thought that picking on his wife was the best thing to do since she couldn't show her hate to the Mafia boss himself. She picked up the make-up and began to dab it at her face without caution. It had taken a while for them to pick the perfect wedding dress that accentuated her figures like they had been asked to do, and the time was running. She was scared she might run into the Mafia boss. No one would like to run into him, especially women who did not find the favor of being allowed to worship his dick. They would be punished for making themselves get seen by him. It left her wondering why and how the lady in her presence was able to make the Mafia

It was a royal wedding of his miss and it was one big event for the whole alliance. She will be decorated like a goddess with diamonds and glory from head to toe. The best was picked for her by the mafia. After years of being hidden she will be showcasing herself in the eyes of people in coming few days. Just as her rumours about being a goddess and a woman of charms, her expectations will be high too. Mafia didn't wanted to receive even a single complain from Garcia's neither the world, plus being her wedding day it will also be miss's 18th birthday.

I know I have the merry Dante because I love him. "You look so beautiful. I cannot believe you are my daughter, and I cannot think I will be there on your wedding day. Can you believe that I finally found you? And just before you got married. Approach is something blue, something new and something borrowed. The dress was borrowed because my granddaughter will get married in it one day. However, I brought you something blue, and it is a garter. I brought you some new jewellery. Your future mother-in-law gave the necklace, and I gave the ring and the bracelet. I cannot stop smiling," My mother says. I know she is still hurt, but she will not show it to the whole Italian mafia. She will not sho

The camera shifted, and a church decorated with blue roses appeared on the screen. It was St. Maria Church—the place where I had imagined getting married countless times. "I rented the entire place and decorated it with your favorite flowers. "The wedding dress is the mermaid style you love most, and I've ordered a blue diamond ring. This time, there won't be any mistakes. "The invitations have already been sent out. I want the entire mafia world to witness that you are my one and only, my perfect donna." His gaze burned into the camera. "Come back, Isabelle. We'll be happy together."

Chapter 22 ~~ ALESSANDRO MANSION ~~ 8PM Marianna dismissed her stylist and called Brittany instead. She was still upset—still shaken—but a strange warmth lingered from seeing her mother again. “All done,” Brittany said gently, stepping back after finishing Anna’s makeup. She had chosen the dress too—a long red gown laced with real diamonds that shimmered under the chandelier light. “Thanks, Brittany,” Anna said softly, standing to adjust the gown. Brittany hesitated, watching her. “Ma’am... why are you so nice to me? No one has ever treated me this kindly.”

The headline blazed across the screen: Luca Morano's Wedding with Mafia Princess Hikky Lopez. Her chest caved in as the image sharpened. Luca stood at the altar beside Hikky, surrounded by gilded flowers and ceremonial shadows. His jaw was locked, unreadable, his suit crisp, his shoulders broad as ever. And Hikky was smiling sweetly, draped in ivory silk, she looked like the perfect bride. Tears streamed down Alessia's cheeks. Each drop was heavier than the last, pulling her deeper into despair.

I wasn’t a fan of ball gowns or the other heavy designs that covered my whole body. Mermaid dresses? Bodycon dresses? Yes. Isabella had that wedding dress made by one of the biggest designers in New Orleans. It was a structured couture bridal mini dress with a tailored blazer silhouette. Made from pearl white Mikado, it had sharp shoulders, a corset that sculpted my waist, and precise tailoring. She said it fitted well because of the image I’d built for people to see. A mafia queen who had taken over her father’s empire. The only thing was the color. It wasn’t red.

She shot upright, her brows creasing, “Where are you taking me??” “The Mafia’s gala is tomorrow night.” He blurted, “You need a new dress. I need a tux.” ******** The Mafia’s gala. She’d attended once with Maximof—Chandeliers, glistening towers of champagne, the most exquisite buffet filled with caviar and all vanity has to offer. Designer dresses, golddigging wives and their terrible husbands. It all happened in that same night. She hated the Mafia’s gala but she also loved it at the same time.

Three hours later, I'm sitting in my bedroom while my maid, Elena, braids silver ribbons into my hair. My wedding dress hangs on the door. The maids haven’t stopped talking about how beautiful it is. As the daughter of the second most powerful alpha in the region, the wedding dress was custom made by the most expensive luxury seamstress in all 5 kingdoms. My wedding alone cost more than half a million, all which my father and I catered for. My fiance came from a small pack, barely on the map. I’d never judged the size of his territory, even though he constantly admitted his insecurity about it.