I MARRIED A GANGSTER: [2018 EDITION]

Four

"Am I supposed to plan the entire thing by myself?" I questioned.

"Do whatever you feel is needed, you can spend as much as you need," Francesco said.

His hands ran through his hair as he scooted closer to the edge of the seat, "Look, I am not happy about this at all either, just bear with me. I am not going to try and hurt you. I do not hurt women." he said.

His brown eyes connected with my own and the truth that lay beneath stilled me for a moment. I only nodded as he stood up and exited the patio.

"Get out the sun, you're going to burn." was the last thing he had said to me as he disappeared inside the kitchen.

I was left looking at the lake in awe of what my life had turned out to be. It seemed that every moment I got alone I sat and pondered in what was happening in my life was real events.

It couldn't be.

My uninteresting life couldn't be this surreal, not even for a second.

Yet, no matter how man times I closed my eyes and wished for something different to be happening, I was still in the stupid chair looking at the stupid (yet, beautiful) lake and trying to wish my stupid self away from stupid Italy.

Getting up, I grabbed my plate and made my way back inside the kitchen. Francesco was long gone from the kitchen by now, leaving me comfortable enough to clean up whatever mess I made.

Once I was finished with that, I decided to explore the large mansion that I would now call home.

Weird.

I, Eleanor SophiaShields, was living in a mansion in Italy getting married to Francesco... I didn't know his last name.

Wow, I wasn't going to know my last name.

Neat.

I shook my head and began exploring my new home. The kitchen, foyer, and dining room were no longer magnificent shocks to me. I wanted to explore the many closed doors in the house.

Taking a right through the foyer I entered a large living room that had a view of the lake and the beautiful trees. The windows were floor to ceiling and the walls were painted a light yellow.

The furniture is waswhite with green pillows. There was a white baby grand on a pedestal next to the large window. Its hood was up revealing the beautiful ivories.

There were chairs surrounded a large white-washed brick fireplace and the floors were white marble, a popular flooring throughout the entire downstairs of the house.

I left the living room and began opening doors in the hall the downstairs.

One room was what looked like a fitness room. It smelled of freshly cleaned leather and it had a full gym of equipment. Unlike most of the house, there was no window in this room, just a TV on one wall and a wall that consisted of only mirrors.

The room next to that was a half bathroom that was finely decorated. I ran into a closet, a small guest bedroom, and game room that had a projector, and multiple games init. At the end of the hall were two double doors that were finely wooden.

I opened the doors and was met with a ballroom. It wasn't large but the far windows also give you a view of the lake. The floors had a design of light wood and dark wood. There was a large chandelier hanging over the middle and dramatic curtains on the windows.

It looked like it hadn't been used in a very long time, and that didn't shock me. Francescodidn't seem like a man who would throw many parties.

On the wall, the doors were on lay large paintings of scenery that you could get lost in. Eachpainting had to cost the same amount as my college tuition.

I left the room and headed up the stairs to explore the upstairs.

There weren't as many doors upstairs. There was the master bedroom, of course, that had double doors and the rest of the rooms were spare bedrooms of sorts.

All of them had the same theme, yellows, with warming pops of colors.

Unlike Francesco's room which was darker with gold highlighting much of the room.

I had run into four bathrooms that were just as extravagant as the master bedroom.

At the end of the hall lay a single door that remained locked. It is the only door that was locked left me extremely curious as to what lay behind it.

After walking the entire house, I realized there was one door I hadn't opened.

The basement.

I skipped down the stairs and walked up to the door that was the basement.

It was a wooden door near the kitchen, and it held nearly just as much mystery as the locked door upstairs.

I reached my hand to open the door, but a voice interrupted me.

"I wouldn't open that if I were you."