The Marcelo Men

Prologue

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The awful day had finally arrived as I padded around the small room, nervously playing with my fingers. This was the day my life would be destroyed and sold off to an obese Italian leprechaun who was so rich he probably wiped his own ass with a $100 bill. I was wearing the dress he picked out for me and I hated ever part of it. It was pure whit, strapless with a sweet heart neck line. It was covered in diamonds and jewels and the skirt of the dress had a radius of 30cm. It's was big and puffy, traditional Italian weddings. My light brown hair was out in curls, flowing down my back and my faced was caked in every cosmetic Damone's people could get their hands on. I had on a pair of extremely high, white platform stilettos which made my 5'6 height shot up to at least 6'2. I promised myself over and over that I wouldn't cry but I knew I would. I never wanted this marriage in the first place but it was happening now.

"Augustria, it's time" my father walked into the room, dressed neatly for a poor farmer. I gave him a weak smile and let the old man take my arm to walk me down the isle to my doom.

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Authors Note
Hey ya'll this is just a short story that will be told through the eyes of Augustria Rye/Marcelo and Axel Marcelo. And cause this is short the chapters will be relatively short or long. Not sure at this point in time. Any who, hope ya'll enjoy it and let me know what you think :)