Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

50: Aftermath

As the music starts, the bride appears and absolutely takes everyone's breath away. Of course it's her natural beauty, and really people are stunned by the choice of dress she went for.

Beautiful.

He thought, looking at the angel walking down the black colured isle. They kept the wedding small, only family and friends... Well, Michael was supposed to be here but he's obviously a busy man.

The vanue was kind of in the middle of the forest. Well okay, totally in a forest. It was dashing nonetheless. The clearing surrounded by tall trees and flowers. A few benches on the right and left side, by a few I mean... A few. They really did not play with inviting unnecessary people just to fill up space and indulge in their expenses.

The groom was waiting right at the other end of the isle. Visibly trying to keep a stoic and emotionless expression.

Failed!
Nerves.

She is just as nervous honestly, is she really about to get married. She knows this is not a game, they both do. This is marriage, a commitment in which you confirm. In front of everyone, family, friends, the priest and the lord himself. You commit yourself to a life long relationship with someone, your partner. In which the both of you leave a piece of yourself behind and become a new person, one person. This is it.

Adelmo walks the dashing bride down the isle, a smile only a proud father would put on his face. The model bride walking with grace and pure elegance beside him. They stop at end of the isle, the father handing over the bride.

Santino smiles.

Playboy smile.
She smiles to herself as she rolls her eyes.

"You love this smile." Santino whispers, taking her hand and giving her a tight hug. The nerves? Oh, they're suddenly nowhere to be found.
"You should continue modeling, you looked graceful." He adds, kissing her cheek.

"Ready whenever you are, Mr. Ermes."

They turn to the priest and take their positions, both staring at each other with love in their eyes.

"Alright then... We are gathered here to-"
*phone rings

"Uhh, give me a sec... Ermes."

"What?... When... Do people want to die?... Yeah, I agree."
The groom sighs as he returns his phone back to his pocket. He smiles shyly and scratches the back of his head.

"Yes. As I was saying. We are gathered here to-"

"Sorry reverent... Baby what's wrong?"

"Uhm... Nothing? Just business I'll take care of it later."

"My apologies Rev, but could you skip to the end?" The bride asks, causing the priest to sigh and everyone attending to be confused.

"Yes fine... Do you Char-"

"Yes, yes I do take him."
Except for the fact that she seems to literally be rushing this. She's sure! She's damn sure about her answer.

"Uh ok, and do you, Santino Re-"

"I do!. By God, everyday of my life I take this woman to be my wife."

"Right then. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-... *sigh. Why did I even come here?"
The priest whispers the last part to himself, looking at the sky. The bride and groom separate their lips, smiling to each other.

"Let's go!" Charlene says, taking Santino's wrist and pulling him away.
"Oh!.." she stops and turns to the crowd "Uhm, there will be reception. Mother will lead everything. Eat, drink and enjoy! We have business to take care of."