Tied to the devil

First glance

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"You look amazing Delia." My father says to me with a smile that usually cheers me up, but I'm too focused on holding back the tears that I don't hear what it is he is trying to say behind me, I just keep looking in the big mirror with a lifeless expression on my face.

"Delia?" My father tries again.

"Yes?" I say as normal as I can.

"I said you look beautiful" I force a small smile and tilt my head and look at him in the mirror.

"Yeah I know" I say. I haven't cried in front of my father since I was six, since then I have only cried one time, and that was by myself. A lesson I learned from my mother, never show anyone how hurt you really are, they will use that against you. 

The white dress is tugging on my torso showing off my light curves and the deep v-neck is going down showing off a big part of my chest that's now covered with the glitter the makeup-artist insisted on putting on me.

The big dress is too big for my taste and needless to say is uncomfortable, I can barely breathe in this thing and the lace filled top is digging into my skin. I curse at my mother for choosing such an uncomfortable and large dress. I'm almost sure she wanted to make it hard for me. I mean it wouldn't be the first time she's done something like that just to show her disliking towards me.

"We'll start in five minutes." Says a lady I didn't notice opening the door, with a small smile on her wrinkled face. From what I've seen she seems to be the maid in the big mansion my mother chose for the ceremony. My father gives her a small nod which she takes as an answer and closes the door.

"I'm going to let you finish up" my father says while fidgeting with the wedding ring on his long finger. I let out a shaky breath. "Don't worry darling you are going to be just fine." He assures me. If I didn't know better I would have believed him. He turns around and fixes his black tuxedo before leaving the big room. I knew this day would come eventually, but never during my 24 years of living I thought I would be this nervous about it, I mean it's not like I have to love the man that chose me to be his wife. 

I didn't even get to see a freaking picture of him. And it's not like I expected him to show me any love or affection just because we're husband and wife, he was forced to do this too. But I guess that's the con of being the children of the two biggest mafias in the world. 

I pat my watery eyes with the napkin my father gave me earlier trying not to ruin the three hour makeup on my face. I begged my father to make sure the wedding wasn't as big as the usual ones are, but my mother insisted on having every cousin and unknown family member present at the wedding, along with my future husband's family and relatives of course. Most of them are just here for the food and drinks, including my mother. My five minutes are soon to be over and I'm not ready. 

But honestly, will I ever be? I put the white heels on my feet and wander to the big white door that's going to lead me out where everyone should be waiting for me. The small bouquet of pink and white flowers are resting on the small black table beside the door. I pick them up and hold them with both my hands, testing different directions and placing my hand in different places until the bouquet sits right in my hand. 

With a deep breath I open the door slowly, revealing a beautiful aisle filled with the same flowers as the ones in my bouquet. My father is standing hidden to my right but walks up to me just as I close the door behind me. 

My gaze travels over the many people standing further down the aisle and stops at the tall man standing at the altar in a black tuxedo. Suddenly I'm frustrated at my father for being so slow, I just want to get closer and have a close look at the man in front of me. 

My father hooks our arms together and strokes my arm as he starts walking me down the aisle. Out of all the faces I barely recognize a third and it makes me feel sick when I see all people's fake tears when I walk past them.

 My future man's gaze is set on the floor so I take that as my chance to look at what I'm working with. His brown fluffy hair is is lying perfectly on his head, the light curls bouncing when he moves his head, his big torso making the priest look like a midget beside him, muscular arms and I also noticed a black tattoo that sneaks up on his neck.

 Not so bad, not bad at all actually. It's not until my father lets go of my hand and I'm standing right in front of him that he takes his eyes off the ground, his eyes slowly wander up on my body until he meets my eyes. His green piercing eyes digging into mine, sucking the last bit of air out of my lungs. After a few seconds his gaze travels back to the big crowd with a bored expression. Ouch, can't he just pretend to be interested like all the others? The priest clears his throat and the room falls silent.

"Let's begin."

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