Playing The Game - Book Four in The WSU Series

- Chapter Thirty-Four -

"Blue is definitely my color."

Today is the day.

Today is my wedding day. Well, I'm already married, but today is the day I get married in front of my family and friends. As I sit in my chair, my wedding dress on, my hair styled and my makeup complete— I take deep breaths, in and out. In and out. The breathing exercises aren't helping. "What made you pick blue?" Em asks as she finishes off applying a layer of nude gloss. Truth be told, I didn't. I had no say in the wedding— this was all Kian's mom, and whoever else the Bliss Family hired. "I wasn't going to pick pink," I tease as I look at Liv who smiles back. Liv was never a fan of the color, and I would have to agree.

"Well," Ele says as she stands up to make her way toward me. She brushes my hair behind my back, her hands lying on my shoulders as we lock eyes through the mirror that stands in front of me. "I think you look beautiful," Ele comments with the brightest smile I've seen in a while. "Kian's very lucky," she states and I wish that were true.

The second the wedding ceremony, and the after-party is over, I'm running. As soon as Kian falls asleep I'm running and never looking back. I'm heading on a flight to Norway, and from there I'll go to Switzerland, for Gio. And then I'll head somewhere hot, I'll do everything he never got to. I'm not stupid, nor naive, I know that Gio was a part of the Chicago Outfit. I also know that he probably wasn't a good guy, but he showed me a bit of kindness when I needed it most.

Gio was everything but cruel to me. He didn't deserve to die the way he did, he may not have gone to heaven for the sins he committed before his death, but I wish that one day I'll meet him in Hell. And when I see him again, I'll thank him for showing me a bit of light when I truly needed it. God, I wished he was here now. I wonder if Aria would come?

I know Chicago, and New York isn't on the friendliest of terms— I also know the plans Kian's father drew for an arrangement between New York and The West. But I hope Aria came, but then again maybe she resented me. Maybe she blamed me for her brother's death? I know I blame myself, despite what Kian says, I'm at fault. He was with me, and he loved me— that's what got him killed. Despite what Kian says, and what Gio himself would say, he died because of me.

I may not have pulled the trigger, but I was the cause of it.

"Lizzie," I snap out of my memories to see Ele still standing behind me. Her hair is tied up into a low bun, her smile still wide as she watches me through the mirror. Her hands gently squeeze my shoulders, her way of comforting me, she knows I'm panicking. God, I'm stressing. I feel like the second I start walking down that aisle, I'll puke.

A knock on the door grabs all of our attention before the door opens. "May I talk to my daughter?" My father's voice rings out and I silently wish I could say no, "we'll wait for the music," Liv says with a grin before all three of them wish me luck. As Em closes the door behind her, trapping me and my father in the room it's silent. He doesn't speak he just stares.