I MARRIED A GANGSTER: [2018 EDITION]

Eighteen

The first thing my conscious body noticed was the flips my stomach was doing. It felt as though something was moving inside of me and trying to get out. My eyes felt like sandpaper as I tried to peak slightly to get a full few on my surrounding.

My heart jumped into my chest when I noticed Cara's eyes staring down at me with a smile...?

"Wake up, today is the day and we have a lot to do," Cara says softly.

I frown when I notice a plate in her hand. Was she trying to perhaps poison me before I could marry her son?

"Mm," was all I managed to get out in a response.

"You girls drunk too heavily. You'll all be nursing hangovers all morning." Cara frowns, "Coconut water will hydrate you, and three Advil. You have thirty minutes to be showered, fed, and cured."

I slowly sit up and let my head adjust to gravity. Great, I had a hangover and I was being rushed.

"Thank you, Cara." I mumble.

"This day won't be easy, so I hope you're good at pulling yourself together well. We will be downstairs in the living room. No lazing around." Cara says and then walks out.

It's only then I notice she's still in her pajamas also.

What time is it?

I look at the plate and see the greasiest-looking ensemble ever. It looked amazing and my stomach growled at the sight.

Wasting no time, I ate my food and drink the disgusting coconut water.

My headache still raged but it was easier to ignore now. I stand and walk over to the shower and let the water cascade around me as I mentally walk through the day.

I hadn't seen Francesco in approximately twenty-four hours and I was starting to miss him. Last night while partying, all I could think about was Francesco.

I kept running through his past, trying to piece together his sanity on my own. Francesco is the strongest person that I have ever met. He built himself off of nothing and though he had a dark past he carried on through the day perfectly okay.

I didn't feel sadness for him, but more pride. There was a reason why power was important to him. He didn't have it before.

Now I was marrying him, and not by force.

I was expecting to hate this man.

I was expecting him to be the worse person I would ever meet but he turned out to be a very large puzzle piece in my life.

I smile to myself at the thought of being married by the end of the day. What an absurd thought!

I wash my hair in Francesco's shampoo and wash my body.

By the time I made my way downstairs, I had gone ten minutes over my allotted thirty and Cara chewed my ear off for another ten minutes.

"We don't have all day!" she snaps.

I look at the clock over the stove and notice that it was just creeping on eleven in the morning. I had four hours to be ready, I don't understand why she was rushing.

Giselle sat on the bar stool with her head in her hands while Gabriella rubbed her back, trying to relieve her from her headache.

Out of all of us, Giselle had managed to party the hardest. I lost count of her drinking at around eight shots. I hadn't managed to party that hard, but I did drink enough to spin myself into a tizzy. Gabriella stuck to a few drinks and remained on the dance floor the entire night.