Chances

Part 3

As we arrive to the Ricci manors,yes they have more than one,must be some rich bastards and pretty soon i'll be a rich bastards .If there is one thing i'm looking forward to in this "marriage" it's the money,the nice vacations,sharing the wealth with people who are less fortunate and books,omg think of all the book i could buy.Maybe it won't be so bad.

Anyways let's not get carried away we arrived and we're greater my a beautiful woman,who my dad said was Marcella Ricci,wife of Gustav Ricci,MY future mother in law.... "Hello Joseph how are you?"Marcella said with a warm smile, "Good thank you,this is my daughter Isabella". "Ah yes,what a beautiful young lady you have,you must be so proud."she said will grabbing my hand and pulling me in an embrace.my father said nothing about what sue had just said instead he offered her a fake smile and walking in where the ball was taking place and i quickly followed willie saying bye to Marcella.

We walk in and everyone stops talking to look at us.Oh god i hate this did i mention i'm and introvert ya i prefer no one looking than a whole ass mafia cult eyeing me,not my father but me.Dear lord.
"Isabella don't embarrass us go and get your father a drink while he mingles". I do so eagerly anything to stop this staring competition.I head to the bar where i get my father a whiskey.I tried finding him amongst the crowd but i couldn't.But i desperately wanted to avoid any communication so i did my best to try and disappear. After i finally found him i made my way to him where he was talking to a man around the age of 40.Gustav Ricci no one could not know him.He was a man of great power and pride with a huge ego.I can't even imagine what his sons would be like,the sons i would potentially marry.

Dear lord.I gave my father the drink and he introduced me. "Gustav this is my daughter" "Ciao nuora,come stai?"He says with a husky voice.I barely spoke Italian but i tried my best to learn some. "Good,thank you sir."realizing my voice is shaking. "Ah no need for formalities we will soon be family,call me dad".I was shocked by this who knew this supposedly mean man was so nice.

"Ah nuora may i ask you something?", "Yes...Dad"That felt weird. "I must know if you have more to you than looks" He chuckled. "First of all how old are you,and do you attend school?".Ok pretty basic stuff. "I'm 19 and i'm currently deciding which collage i want to go". "What collages?". "Either Harvard or Yale."I say proudly even tho father wasn't affectionate he never deprived me of anything,but i worked my but of to get into a good collage and no one will get credit for that. "Ahhh what a smart girl you have Joseph,Tell me Isabella what do you want to do when you are older?". "I'm thinking something in the lines of a criminal lawyer or a forensic scientist." "Ahh perfetta,we need someone to defend us"

He and my father laughed but they stopped when Gustav started to speak again "Ahh here they come." I turned to the direction he was facing but stumbled on my dress as i was waiting to hit the floor strong arms grabbed my arms and held me.It was Gustav ughh eww i thought i was gonna be like those stories i read where a hot guy catches her not her future father in law.I thanked him and lifted my eyes from the floor to the direction so i see "them" the people i didn't know but i had to since Gustav was referring to them.

I'm my direction 2 boys no wait men were coming towards me.One looked like a corrupted God and one looked like the devil,not the red dude the hot bad boy yk.Holy Shit i think i forgot how to breathe they weren't just hot they were on another level beautiful,devilishly handsome or extremely exquisite didn't do these men right,hell you needed to make a whole new adjective just to begin to describe there presence and beauty.I only thought fictional men reached this standard but i guess i was wrong.Gustav turned toward me " I wasn't sure what your type is so i made two"He smiled "Thanks" i said sarcastically.
"Hello father" the blonde man said with a velvety voice while his supposed brother smirked. "Dove sei buone maniere, presentati il tu."Gustav said. "Ciao signorina,sono Mason e questo è mio fratello Vincenzo." The dark haired man said. "Um hello?"I said the only thing i understood was hello. "Non capisci l'italiano?". "No sorry i don't." "Ah no worries"he stops mid sentence and gives his brother 5 bucks. Ugh the audacity,how dare they make bets on my competence,Dicks. "What i said was that i'm Mason and that's my brother Vincenzo." "Ya figured that much". Mason gave another 5 to Vincenzo. "te l'avevo detto che sarebbe stata esuberante"said Vincenzo smugly. It takes all the courage i have in me to look at him dead in the eye and say, "When someone disrespects your competence you have no choice but to be 'fiesty' and i do not appreciate how the two of you are making bets on me like i'm some sort of an Equestrian." Both of them
and my father looked at me speechless but Gustav looked entertained. "Finally we have someone who can balance your egos out."Gustav said while smiling at me .

Mason:That's no way to speak to your supposed future husbands.

Isabella:That's no way to speak to your supposed future wife.

Vincenzo:Looks like we are gonna have some fun ,tell me mia cara you want to get a drink with us.

Isabella:I'm trilled your so eager to spend time with me but i'm afraid that's not gonna happen.

Mason:Aw why not,where's the feistiness you said you had.

Vincenzo moves closer to the point where there is barely any air particles between us.

Vincenzo: Mia cara don't step into the lions den just to salvage your reputation.When you mess with a Ricci you'll have no reputation,so watch how you talk to me got it love?

Isabella :I have a name for a reason,and you're already worried about me,i haven't even started to work my charm and in case you forgot I will be a Ricci really soon.

Author's note
Ugh omg the Ricci brother are definitely gonna charm Isabella but something tells me she not gonna give in that easily.Thank you for reading Part 3 and hope to see you in the next part. Thank you and see you.
-Mar