Water vs Blood

A Forgettable Wedding

Sometimes the human brain would protect the body from traumatic experiences by creating several defence mechanisms.

Daphne's brain used both memory loss and fading in and out of consciousness, as her defence mechanism through her wedding progression. She remembered little bits and pieces. Like when the hundreds of guests her parents invited gasped in shock at her walking down the aisle with her gorgeous designer dress showing her secret curves. She avoided eye contact at all time, not once even looking at her newly made husband. She focussed on the ground, the bouquet of flowers, the candles, the food, the carpet's.

Lucky for her the groom didn't have to kiss the bride in front of all the guests and they barely touched putting on the rings. Now she at least remembered his name.
Aurelio Romano.

The after party she remembered slightly better. Aurelio had left her side after the ceremony and kept himself busy with someone who kept calling him, but she didn't care much for it because she could breathe more freely without his looming presence.

Probably his Mafia Boss calling him to give him his orders she had thought.

Aurelio's family never came to meet her nor did they really socialise with the new joined family. The afterparty was more for the families to get drunk with the people they already knew. Daphne sat at one of the tables, her high heels discarded to the side, sipping on the orange juice her mother brought her a few minutes ago. The Italian family left earlier than everyone else, saying they had an early flight the next day or something.

There was little she could do now, but she was going to get away from the gang member one way or another.

Daphne was too focused on her headache and the new heaviness on not only her ring finger, but also in her heart, to care much about the future.

When it came to breaking a plate, she felt odd and out of place, but the sight of her mother's true happiness and her father's warning gaze, she smiled and got it over with quickly. It actually turned out fun, felt somewhat like a rage room. She didn't know what the point of this was seeing as though the Italian family were gone already.

She spotted the same two bodyguards in suit's. Even they looked like they were enjoying themselves.

Easy to assume, she didn't know when or how it happened, but she ended up in a car on her way to the new husband's house. She stared out the window trying to keep her tears at bay as she feared what was to come her way.

The driver slowed down and pulled into a huge driveway. If she wasn't mistaken, this was Tribeca, the richest area in New York.

Surely her husband didn't live here. She subconsciously touched her ring finger and bit down on her bottom lip. She had assumed she would be flown to Italy and taken far-far away from home. Her eyes focused on the enormous house in front of her. This was no mansion.
This was more of a castle.

Her eyes narrowed at the doorman waiting for the car to park to open the door for Daphne. She really hopped his only job was opening a door and getting paid for it.

She didn't make a move to exit the comfort of the car just yet. Maybe if she stayed there a little while longer, she will wake up from this awful-awful nightmare. "Mrs. Jackson, are you alright?" The doorman spoke next to her, looking like a young blonde Italian boy.

She nod her head and got out of the car without excepting his awaiting hand.
She looked up at the castle in front of her.
How rich were these people? What gang is he apart of, making this much money?