Emilia Morokov
★ A professional hacker who is determined to find out about her dark past.
However everything changes when her father is in need of help because of various attacks from another Mafia and she needs to help him.
But she doesn't know tha...
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Today, I woke up extra early.
Correction, I was woken up extra early.
Sometimes I wondered if I ever wrote a book about my life, would I get inside an asylum or would I be all over TV? Probably the earlier.
Luna came to my room early, because apparently Alessandro had arranged for a wedding planner to come and give us some ideas on how we should decorate. We had discussed during training the other day, that the wedding was going to take place in New York since we couldn't do it in neither Russia nor Italy because it would be too much for our parents to travel.
To be honest, I was glad. I didn't want Alessandro to go to my parents house or me going to his house, let alone stay in a hotel with him! I mean, imagine if the hotel made a mistake and forced us to sleep in the same bed! The same bed!
I groaned as I rubbed a hand on my face. I barely had enough time to dress up and make myself proper before I was dragged in the living room to meet this 'wedding planner'. The meeting was taking place in the same living room where we had our first dinner with Alessandro, although we were going to sit in the fireplace area instead of the enormous table, or so I thought.
In top of all of this madness, mind was focused on the event taking place at the end of the week. I still wasn't sure how the plan was going to be carried out, even though I had shared my idea I wasn't sure that Alessandro was very happy with it.
I sat on the sofa, one leg crossed around the other as I waited anxiously for the man. Luna only told me that the man was really well-known and that he was one of the top wedding planners in France. Yet here I sat, not having a faintest clue as to how to organise a wedding.
Just then the door swung open and a man walked in, two other men falling behind him.
The man exudes arrogance and an inflated sense of self-importance. He dresses in expensive designer clothing, and his hair is perfectly coiffed. I really wondered just how much time it had taken him to do that, then again he probably had people do it.
Meanwhile, the two other man visibly anxious, ran behind him carrying notebooks and some fabrics in different colours, possibly for the theme.
I stand up and walk closer to the door.
"Ah! Ma cherie! Hello there, good morning. My name is Francis and I will be your wedding planner.
He took my hand and pressed his lips against my ankles. Up closer, he seemed to be around his 50s yet he seemed very rich. His accent was very thick and I could immediately confirm that he was French.
"Good morning" I replied with a smile "Please sit down, let's talk on the couch"
I sat on the couch and so did Francis, but the other two men remained upright
"Would..you like anything to eat? Drink? I trust your journey here was pleasant"
