𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

twenty six: the reception.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

Wow.

I'm married.

Never would've thought I'd ever say those words... ever.

I always hated the idea of marriage. It's not like I had a bad example growing up. My parent's were the best role model's and showed me what an as healthy as a mafia home can be. My dad never drilled in my head that being with one women meant you weren't a man. He never pushed me to lose my virginity or anything. All he wanted from me was a strong mafia don. Someone he knew he could depend on when he was ready to step down.

Getting married was just an addition to that. There's an unwritten rule within the Italian mafia that states you must be married within your first year of running the mafia. Which makes absolutely no sense because why would you want to add on the stress of a wedding to an already stressful job.

I don't get it but hey, tradition I guess?

We've now made it to the reception. Everyone's talking, eating, and enjoying one another's company. It's sweet watching our two families get along. I mean they would've had to anyway, can't make an alliance with someone you hate.

I look to my left to find Stella, picking at her food. Stabbing it with her fork and then sliding it on the plate. She's been acting weird ever since she left last night. She won't even make eye contact with Stephen. I know she told me that he did nothing, but his and her actions are telling me quite the opposite.

How the table situation should've worked was, Stella and I in the middle and then to her left was Stephen, Markus, and Greyson. And then to my right was Rocco, Vinny, and Sienna. But now, Stephen is farthest from her and there's obvious tension between them.

I hear the clinking of glass which interrupts my train of thought. I look towards the dance floor to find Markus and Greyson, standing up with a microphone in their hands. Stella looks at me with widened eyes, now realizing what's about to happen. She places her elbows on the table and brings her head to her hands. Bracing herself for the embarrassment that's about to come.

"Excuse us, hello?" they both say into the mic. I shake my head as I snort at their pathetic way of getting everyone's attention. It clearly didn't work as everyone continues their conversations.

"Shut the fuck up!" Markus yells into the mic which causes everyone to turn their heads towards them.

"Oh dear god," Stella sighs into her hands as she lifts her head up. Her face all red and flushed as she looks at them.

"Thank you," Greyson says now taking a hold of the mic. "As you may know, we're the bridesmaids-"

"Bridesmen," Markus cuts him off, now retrieving his own mic.

"Whatever, same thing. Stella Rose here, is our lovely sister. Who has been with us our entire lives, isn't that right, Markus?" he asks with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Yes, which means we have stories upon stories on how she's grown into the woman she is today," he copies that same smirk and Stella shakes her head. Mouthing the words 'I hate you' to them as they shrug.

"Like that one time when she used to leave her room in the middle of the night to get snacks. But one day, she saw a shadow figure and lost her shit. For three months straight, Salvatore acted as if he was a ghost and convinced her that our house was haunted," Greyson says which causes many people to laugh.