MY rude mafia

The D-Day

I groaned as I stood up from the bed. I could not sleep. I feared, what if he harms me after I sleep. I went washroom and did my morning routine. This man I fear has bought me an entire wardrobe overnight. It has all sorts of dresses, from most fashionable to most casual, seductive to cute, he even arranged undergarments and lingerie. Wait a minute bish, how in the universe does he know my size???

A/N: Well, blame me dear.

y/n: why in the hell would you?

a/n: he wanted to buy you clothes as you didn't get to pack any.

y/n: like I had an option........ but why did YOU help him?

a/n: more like.....help you. I'm sure you don't want to go around wearing super tight or super loose clothes looking like a child who wore her dad's cloth-- ...... sorry... I didn't mean to.....

y/n: its ok. Used to it.

a/n: oh, by the way wedding is at 3 pm. Make yourself glow and catch that big fish, at least you can be happy..

y/n: yeah, yeah leave now before your crackhead is cracked by me.

a/n: oops, ok. Khanda... (I'm leaving)

{time skip}

Makeup room

Well, this man is scary, and is marrying me forcefully, but he seems to respect my choice other than that. This morning he gave me hundreds of options for wedding dress and asked me to choose something that is suitable Mafia King's WIFE. He commanded it cannot be a revealing one to which I nodded while blushing hard. The word wife, churned my insides, it tickled.

I spent half an hour and got my perfect one.. he nodded in approval, visibly impressed by my choice.

Then, here I am......getting my makeup and hair done.

Makeup and hair

jewellery-

note: these are worn like this-