THE GIRL I KNEW

71. MRS. LOMBARDI {PART TWO}.

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GABRIELLA'S POV:

Eventually, the main party came along and was held in the grand and majestic hall of the Lombardi's ancestral home. The decoration, the lights, the alcoholic wine — because it's a rich Italian wedding, EVERYTHING was top notch. Considering we were natives of Italy, we didn't pay the foreigner fee that will allow us to get married. Plus on top of that, we were doing it in André's home.

"Wait, what is in your pocket?" I said when I felt something cold and hard touch my fingers as I reached for his hanky in his pocket. Realization hits me. "Don't tell me you carried what I think you carried." He just smirked at my shocked face. "Mr. Lombardi! Look at you being all superstitious." I laughed.

"Mrs. Lombardi, I believe you wore black to your wedding just to dedicate the marriage till death." He spat back at me with a grin.

"At least I didn't carry an iron in my pocket because my Nonna told him it's used to ward off evil spirits from the wedding and marriage as a whole." I said as I held it but he snatched it and put it back into his breast-pocket.

From the Bomboniere and even Confetti André and I were given as everyone wished us "Auguri!"when we entered the hall, we were blessed with good wishes from all of our friends and families, as well as business associates. I had no shame to the point I started munching on the Confetti Grandma Ayesha gave us.

"It's been a while since you tasted Almonds?" She grinned at me as I devoured them with happiness.

"Confetti isn't so common in America." My dad walked up to us and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I certainly cannot wait to be back here with Ari soon." He smiled at us.

"Yes, because Dad wants to dump ALL the work on Gaby and I the minute he retires so he can live in Rome and eat candied almonds." Jasemeil joined us.

"Who would blame him? It's been a while since any of us Italian kids got to taste Confetti or even Bomboniere." Andrew added as he came.

"This is why you are my best friend." Daddy gazed at Andrew with loyalty.

"And that is why we will fake a sickness and retire extremely early." Andrew shook his best friend's hand with a smile.

All of us couldn't help but shake our heads.

The reception went amazing, from the performances of different artistes from back home, and even traditional Italian singers and musicians, to the food....SWEET NEPTUNE! The food! Grandma Ayesha and my Nonna Lizzie made sure to ensure the chefs to do a twenty two course meal.

A little too much, but this is the union of the Lombardi and Dalmonte family, so of course our grandparents would go extremely far in making sure the entire Republic of Italy talk about the wedding for MONTHS. André and I are honored to finally unite the two families.

We were now of one flesh.

Obviously, the food will be ecstatic and MANY when my Nonno ordered for the world renowned chef Giada De Laurentiis and the amazing Fabio Viviani to lead the kitchen of my wedding. From mozzarella with a presseco, to parmesan, parchelli, tortellini, gnocchi, more fucking wine, AND PASTA. You can't come to a proper traditional Italian wedding and they don't serve almost all different kinds of Pasta. I saw how my father jugged down a whole glass of Vino Bianco. André literally munched on the tiny pizzas and Bruschettas meant for the little kids.