Mafia Bride

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Third Person's POV
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The day of the wedding

As the car glided through the streets, carrying Anna, her mother, and a retinue of attendants toward the opulent wedding venue. The air hummed with anticipation, and the weight of the occasion hung heavy around them.
Anna's mother, a woman of unwavering grace and resolve, reached out to gently touch her daughter's hand, offering a silent reassurance that spoke volumes amidst the unspoken tension.

Arriving at the grand estate, Anna was ushered into a lavishly appointed chamber, where a team of stylists and attendants awaited her. As she settled into the ornate chair, the rhythmic hum of conversation and the soft brushes against her skin provided a fleeting distraction from the knotted apprehension that coiled within her.

Despite the ceaseless activity around her, a sense of unease lingered her thoughts. The weight of her impending union with Lorenzo, the uncertainty of the path ahead.

As the preparations continued, Anna found herself standing in the mirror admiring how she looked in her dress

The veil was delicately placed, Anna took a deep breath, steeling herself for the moment that would alter the course of her life. The soft strains of a haunting melody filled the air, signaling the commencement of the ceremony. With measured steps, she made her way toward the grand hall, her heart pounding with anxiety

Each footfall seemed to echo the cadence of her apprehension, the weight of expectation bearing down upon her with each passing moment. As she reached the threshold of the hall, the hushed whispers of guests and the mesmerizing gaze of her family members seemed to blur into a surreal tapestry.

The opulent surroundings, a testament to the grandeur of the occasion, became a mere backdrop to the tempest that raged within her.

As she walked the aisle, her eyes sought out Lorenzo, the tall enigmatic figure who stood at the alter.

The distance between them seemed to stretch infinitely.

After the exchange of vows and the symbolic binding of their fates, the hall erupted into a fervent applause. The echoes of the guests' approval reverberated through the grand space, carrying with them the weight of tradition and the promise of a new era for the Rodriguez and De Lucia families.

As Anna and Lorenzo walked down the aisle, the air crackled with the palpable energy of the moment, a testament to the convergence of two powerful houses and the dawn of an alliance that would reshape the landscape of Italian influence.

Amidst the adulation and the symphony of congratulatory whispers, Anna and Lorenzo made their way to the waiting car, a sleek testament to the opulence that defined their world. As they settled into the luxurious interior, the weight of the day's events settled upon them, casting a quietude over the tumultuous whirlwind that had brought them to this pivotal juncture.

In that fleeting respite, as the car glided through the sun-dappled streets.

It was getting late

Anna's POV
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" where are we going?"

" Back to Italy"

" Italy? What about my clothes? And my family, when were you all gonna tell me this?" I raise my voice

" Don't worry they've already been shipped to Italy. There's no time to say your goodbyes to your parents but they'll call you when we've reached"he says nonchalant

" what's in Italy ?"

"look I've already told you I don't like to explain myself. We're going to Italy because that's where I live, my home, my family, my business, everything is there"