Due to a killing spree Dina had committed the only way to keep the peace between two mafias is a marriage. Some marriages shouldn't be forced, theirs is filled with lust, temptation, bitchy attitudes and anything but love.
The question is can they...
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D I N A V A S Q U E Z
I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath for a mere fifteen seconds, yes I counted. After I gasped out and opened my eyes, they were tightly shut before so it took several seconds to gain back my vision.
"You doing alright child?" I looked at Angelo and nodded.
"It will all be good, I promise" I smiled at him and nodded once again.
"Now let's get you wed" I laughed before speaking.
"You sound so wise today"
"I read a poetry book last night and I assume that I absorbed some of the words"
"Rosalina made you read with her last night?" I asked raising a brow.
"Yeah" he sighed, I laughed a bit before he Intwined our arms and moved us to a different direction.
"We can't be late" I sighed this time and finally nodded.
It's go time. We had walked through a hall and made it outside. Everyone's head turned towards my direction and either stared at me with awe or looked at me as if I was forcing my groom to marry me.
I didn't force shit so they can deal with their own problems.
Still I kept my head held high, without looking stupid of course but still.
I wasn't one of those brides that held back tears, it wasn't like I was going to marry the love of my life.
I wasn't even marrying someone of my choosing, but at least I know that in fact he is hot.
"Calm down hun your squeezing my arm" I didn't realize I was holding my breath and sighed out. My grip loosened on Angelo's arm and I continued down the aisle.
"Sorry" I had whispered back and he slightly nodded.
We had finally gotten to the end and Angelo turned and kissed my forehead.
"All will be well" maybe I was one of those brides who teared up, not because of my groom but because of Angelo who was supporting me even when he shouldn't have.
"Thank you" I almost sounded sick because of me holding back my tears but I didn't care, I needed that. I needed someone to tell me that it will be okay and actually mean it.
I've been told that same phrase countless times but the ones who've said it didn't bother to sound sincere or even honest.
Angelo had nodded and found his seat, finally I turned around and sucked in one last breath before breathing out and going in my spot.
