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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟𝑒 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶 is known as the head of the De Luca mafia, a man whose name strikes fear across the criminal underworld. R...
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⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙
I stood at the altar, cold and composed, waiting as the final steps of this agreement came closer. The room was still, guests watching intently as the music began, and the grand doors at the end of the aisle opened. My eyes shifted to the entrance.
Rosaline appeared, walking toward me on her father's arm, her gown flowing with each step. The bodice of her dress was sheer, covered in intricate lace that skimmed her shoulders, while her skirt, satin and full, moved like liquid, trailing behind her.
A large satin bow behind her back caught the light, its ribbons trailing down to the floor, and a shimmer of pearls lined the edge of the lace in her gown.
Her eyes were bright, her smile unfaltering, and though I noticed her happiness, I didn't let it sink in. It was irrelevant. This was a merger, an arrangement, and her joy had no bearing on the reality of our situation.
When she reached me, her father placed her hand in mine. Her touch was soft, almost tentative, but I gave no reaction as we turned to face the priest. The vows that followed were spoken clearly, though mine were void of emotion, the words as hollow as the promises they conveyed. Rosaline, however, spoke with a conviction I hadn't expected, her voice sincere, her eyes never leaving mine.
The priest's voice droned on as we exchanged rings. I slipped the band onto her finger, and she did the same, her hands shaking slightly, her gaze still full of that same naive hope. I ignored it, my focus on the task at hand.
Finally, the priest declared, "You may now kiss the bride."
I leaned in, brushing my lips against the corner of hers, just enough to appease the tradition. Her eyes flickered in response, but she didn't seem disappointed—only surprised, as if she had expected more. Still, her smile remained, glowing even in the face of my coldness.
