Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Thirty Three

A week before the wedding Sandra and Connie drove Fiona mad, nagging her and taking her everywhere to find the perfect dress. Fiona appreciated their efforts and was grateful that they were there to help her, but it was a tad annoying. But she had to admit, without their help, she'd be running around crazy on her own.

In the end, Fiona found her dress. It was known that Fiona wasn't really a dress person -which was seen as a taboo by everyone- but of course, she didn't care.

Her dress flowed perfectly down her waist, titanium white, and at certain light it'll glow like shimmer. The top fitted around her breasts perfectly and the fabric covered her arms till her wrist, but she didn't mind as she was too self conscious to reveal too much in a big crowd.

The accessories were left to Carmela, Sandra and Connie- Fiona believed they were more excited about the jewelries than she was. But yet again, she was thankful and didn't mind.

It seemed that the 3 women were running around non stop, planning the whole wedding, the flowers, the food, the decorations and so much more while Fiona sat comfortably, day dreaming about how finally, Michael and her belonged to each other.

"Our macho baby is finally getting married!" Sandra said as she pinched Fiona's cheek, immediately Fiona swatted Sandra's hand away playfully. "I can't believe it!"

Fiona, compared to Connie and Sandra, was younger and even though Fiona basically threatened or killed ugly old men for a living, they still saw her as a baby sister.

"I never thought you'd be married so soon!" Connie cooed Fiona as she hugged her tightly.

Sandra jolted out of her seat as she grabbed the bottle of wine and three glasses.

"C'mon, it's not a big deal." It was a big deal though, Fiona was getting married to Michael. It had to be a big deal.

"Oh look at you! Your cheeks are all red!" Sandra poured the wine in Fiona's glass, filling it to the top.

Since the wedding was taking place the next day, Fiona stayed over at Sandra's place for the night.

"I always saw this coming." Connie said as she gulped her wine.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you kidding me? You and Michael!" Connie said as she began to explain. The night was spent drinking, gossiping and laughing. It lasted that way for a couple of hours before they all passed out on the sofa.

The next day, majority of the morning, it was preoccupied. Connie and Sandra were rushing everywhere around with Carmela to get everything ready and perfect. It was a big day after all.

Fiona had to stressfully put her dress on as Connie pulled at her hair while Sandra held her face to apply some makeup.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Connie asked, obviously talking about her marriage with Michael.

Fiona nodded but Sandra quickly held her jaw tight as she applied the lipstick, "don't nod your head honey."

"Marriage is hard, Fay." Connie's words made Fiona wonder whether she was specifically talking about her marriage with Carlo or just in general.