𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

33 | Is It Too Late?

The majority of weddings I have been to follow a similar format; they start with a processional, some readings, vows, giving each other rings, pronouncing them married and then they kiss. That's the majority.

Todays wedding, at the demand from Harrison, is shortened by about ten fold. He basically wanted to spend lots of money to fly everyone here, look 'fucking sexy', kiss 'the mrs' and sign the papers before throwing a huge party. When I had heard this, I presumed it would feel rushed and hasty, but it's surprisingly romantic. I guess most weddings I've been to have been heavily traditional and semi-boring.

To be fair, I assumed Mafia weddings would go kind of differently to this. Considering their funerals and initiation baptism things are so convoluted and long, I took it upon myself to believe their weddings would be to. Although it just seems like just any other ridiculously expensive wedding.

My feet are slightly aching as I stand here on the bridal side of the stage, watching Harrison and Robyn recite their vows and try not to look bored. I promise I'm not bored, I just don't want to look like I am. I'm slightly just overwhelmed at the amount of love shared today. Like before when we prepared to walk down the aisle as bridesmaids and groomsmen, I could have sworn Tom shed a tear when he saw me.

The girls and I had all gotten ready together before meeting the groomsmen at the venue and waited for our cue to walk down the excessively long aisle. When Tom saw me, he smiled, covered his mouth and at that moment, his eyes got all glassy that's when it happened.

"You just look so stunning Darling, I can't help it," he laughed, rubbing his face and trying to hide the fact I most definitely caught him tear up. It was cute though.

Tom and I walked arm and arm down the aisle and split to our respective sides of the stage before Robyn walked down with her father. Haz, most definitely cried when he saw her. Apparently mafia men say that marrying the love of your life is one of the only acceptable times to cry in public.

I still think they shouldn't be ashamed to cry more often, but crying at a wedding is pretty cute.

Despite Harrison's parents both being dead and Robyn's parents not knowing anything about his affiliation with the mafia, it was a semi smooth sailing wedding. Harrison and Robyn kissed (a little too passionately if I do say so myself), before it was announced that the reception was to begin at a seperate part of the hotel.

This was when the really hot waiters from the hotel came out with platters of canapés and everyone left to go eat, drink and party - the part Harrison was mostly excited for. Most of the guests made their way to the outdoor canopy for the reception where we were able to socialise and celebrate the love of our dear friends.

"That was probably the best wedding I've been to," I said linking my arm around Tom's, finding him none other than at the bar already.

"Well we can't really do normal mafia shit when half the people here don't know about what Haz actually does for work... Short and simple ceremony, then a hard core party... That's usually how they go," he said ordering me a drink as well.

"Will Robyn's parents and stuff leave soon? What if they overhear someone talking about murder or something fucked up?" I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Most parents and older guests will leave early I reckon; which reminds me I need to find my family," he said standing on his tip toes to scan his eyes over the crowd for Nikki and his brothers.

Music sounded through the speakers and everyone's attention was turned towards the newlyweds as they neared the outdoor reception, a round of applause starting as they entered.

"I've never seen Harrison so happy," I smiled, waving at them both as they made eye contact with them. Tom agreed, nodding gently at his best friend as a sign of respect and admiration.

"I'd now like to invite Harrison and Robyn for their first dance as Mr and Mrs Osterfield," Robyn's sister said into the microphone, prompting majority of the guests to take their seats or move into a makeshift circle for them to dance.

Sipping my champagne I felt Tom pull me against him, standing slightly behind me with his arms around my waist; still holding his drink of course. We both swayed gently to the music, watching our best friends finally live out the day of their dreams.

Given the reception was outdoors, the afternoon sun gave everyone a beautiful warm glow, especially Robyn as her dress twirled in the wind. I couldn't help but smile just watching her look like an absolute princess, and now that she was Harrison's wife, I knew she'd be treated like one too.

We all clapped once they finished their dance, kissing each other quickly given they couldn't wipe the god damn smiles off their faces. Robyn's sister congratulated the two before telling the guests that we would commence the speeches.

Harrison and Robyn sat in these big ass throne looking chairs up the front of the gazebo as their beloved friends dedicated their speeches to them. There was laughter, tears and way too many close calls almost exposing Harrison's mafia involvement.

"Is it too late to give my speech?" A familiar voice called out from the other side of the gazebo.

We all turned and faced the man dressed in his finest Armani suit, his nose bruised from what looked like a semi-healed break and his eyes dark. He looked like a walking corpse.

Jack Maniscalo, somehow out of fucking prison and in fucking Italy, made his way towards Harrison and Robyn with a sinister smile before congratulating the two on their marriage.

For those of us in The Family, we were shocked and stunned. Majority of the mafia didn't even know Jack had tried to murder us, they just thought he was thrown in jail and incarcerated.

The few of us who did know Jack's true colours however, were furious at the fact he had somehow been freed and now gatecrashed this wedding.

Tom stood up from his seat next to me and politely greeted Jack, knowing that he couldn't make a scene in front of so many non-mafia guests. Even if they weren't there, Tom couldn't particularly do much anyway. After all, a man initiated into The Family stays inside The Family for life; no matter how evil. If Tom tried to kill Jack, the rest of The Family would have killed him too.

"I don't think now is the best time Uncle Jack," Tom said smiling, trying to pull Jack away from the crowd by his arm out of both fear and respect for Robyn's side of the family. They all just smiled in confusion thinking a wedding guest had arrived late.

"Hey hey hey, that's no way to treat your superior now is it Tommy boy?" He grinned.

And he was right, despite Jack trying to kill half of us, he wasn't in jail. That meant that by default, he once again restored his title as The Godfather.