The Mafia Heiress

Wedding Bells

HER

SERAPHINA MORETTI
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I woke up by the sunlight hitting on my face. I batted my eyelashes to process my surroundings. Today is the worst and best day of my life. Today's my wedding with a half russian and half italian man , though i don't know him , but i am marrying him and i hate it but the title I'll be getting after this marriage is all that matters. I love that title a little too much that i am ready to marry anyone.

I stood up and dragged my feet to the bathroom. I showered , brushed my teeth and did my buissness. It took me about 2 hours and i was ready. It was my so called "wedding" , i needed to look presentable. As i walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe over my black lace lingrie which was strapless and a poor excuse of lacey underwear that barely hid my pussy. I always wear cute lacey nightwear to feel good about myself. Though today i have a different motive , i need my title but when it comes with sex , i don't really mind. As soon as i stepped out of the bathroom my mama barged in my room and grabbed me , she practically threw me on my vanity chair and as soon as my butt landed on the soft furry chair the makeup artist , hair stylists and a nail technician surrounded me. There were total 4 people , 1 nail techs , 2 hair stylists and 1 makeup artist. The nail tech did my nails first which almost took an hour. I went for a simple yet elegant design with a little glitter after the black french tip stretched inwards. She even did my toes , i selected basic French tips as i never liked too bingy toe-nails.

The nails were done , it was time for the makeup and hair but before that breakfast was served to me. An iced mocha latte with a chocolate truffle pastry. I never told anyone but the kitchen workers and all the chefs seemed to notice my liking for sweets. Whenever i used to search for sweets in the refrigerator in the middle of the night to cool down my cravings , there was always something sweet kept for me and everytime if was at the same spot as always. I'll make sure to reward them without them noticing. After i devoured the pastry and finished my latte , both the hair stylists aplied some serum and heat protection spray and blow dried my hair , after blow drying they brushed them then straightened my hair followed by some natural looking curles. My hair were left open , lastly the hair stylists brushes my hair to blend out the curles , my hair looked really good i must say. Exept the hair stylist's assistant , that bitch.

Soon after the hair stylists did their jobs , the makeup artist applied all sorts of products on my face. After she was done with my base , she moved to my eyes , i asked her for a neutral eye makeup with mostly browns without shimmer , she added a very thin and elegant eyeliner. She added mascara and sculpted my face. She added blush and applied a nude shade of lipstick to my lips. And i was done. I wore my wedding dress that was hugging my curves at all the right places. My ass looks great and plum followed by my waist that looked snatched plus the dress was backless , off shoulder dress that would've shown a normal amount of cleavage for anyone to feel comfortable but my bust was a little too extravagant , that made my breasts squeeze up. I was ready for my wedding. It took me 4 hours to get ready but i was. I was the lazy one and i made it through those stylists. But the last thing i had to do was kill the assistant of the hair stylist. She was intentionally pulling my hair and giving me dirty looks like she was disgusted by my hair , hers looked like a wig to me , so fake and cheap , i guess she had no clue who i was , girlie messed with the wrong person. I called my assistant to transfer the stylist their paychecks and tie the hair stylist's assistant in my basement.