Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"What's my hand without your heart to hold? I don't know what I'm living for, if I'm living without you."
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Shaky hands, breathless vows, dark, promising eyes and a hot, passionate and searing kiss that left me breathless was all I remember as I tightened my hand around the bouquet of roses in my hand, my other hand secured in Harlan's with my wedding band shining whenever the light hit it.
"To the office, Mr. Marchetti?" Isaac spoke from the front seat since Tommy had left to go somewhere to get some work down and Isaac had joined us there, his eyes holding a strange sympathy when he saw me step out of the courthouse with misty eyes and wearing a white dress.
"Yes." He answered gruffly, his hand around mine tightening and sending something fluttering inside me as I shifted in my seat and watched the buildings pass by before we reached the office.
I left the flowers in the car and walked inside with Harlan and up to his office without looking around because I knew for a fact everyone was looking at us.
When we reached the office, I smiled a little at Luisa who smiled back and waved at me before frowning as her eyes slid over our outfits and she looked at me questioningly but by then we were already inside.
We hadn't talked ever since we stepped out of the courthouse and I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door and Luisa stepped in with a bag.
"Mr. Marchetti, you asked for this." She left the bag on the couch before leaving when Harlan's eyes moved from his phone to me as he put it back in his pocket and stepped towards me, raising my chin with his thumb and finger before his eyes searched my face.
"I had some clothes brought for you if you want to change." He murmured as he brushed his thumb over my lips when I nodded slowly and pulled away from him.
"Okay, thank you." I spoke softly when he frowned.
"Is that how you thank me, wife?" He challenged, something inside me fluttering to life when he called me his 'wife'.
I gulped before leaning forward and standing up on my tip toes, my hands going to his shoulders and his own settling on my waist as I pressed my lips to the corner of his, lingering for a few moments before pulling back in the slightest.
"Is that okay?" I breathed when his eyes snapped to mine and softened as he nodded, our lips just a few inches apart.
"Perfect," He mumbled as he pulled me closer, "I see you still remember your manners, Ms. La—"
He stopped short, cutting himself off before a small yet smug smirk pulled at his lips.
"I mean, Mrs. Marchetti." He murmured lowly and I felt something in me pull tightly and a million little butterflies take flight as I swallowed thickly and felt my face heat up.
