The Mafia's Whore

Chapter 4:The Girl Who Dressed Like A "Bride"

Chapter 4:The Girl Who Dressed Like A "Bride"

The group of seven girls stood in a line, wearing matching designer clothes. The same beige dress, some were long and some were short. The bride maid's dress was beautifully designed, it stuck to their body perfectly and their curves were shown in the right places.

"Yours looks so beautiful." Amelia and Anastasia both spoke complimenting each other. Amelia had worn a short knee length dress, it was off shoulders and laced from the chest. Anastasia's dress was long, her arms had a long laced sleeves. Laces were everywhere, the dress was attractive yet barely showed much skin. It was perfect.

"Does this not show too much skin?" Questioned Mara, she was also one of my bride maids fathers business partners daughter, she was innocent and beautiful. We had clicked on instantly, her neck length black hair and sharp blue eyes were attractive and can capture any guys attention if she wanted to.

"I think it looks perfect, you've got the curves and ass for it." I joked but in a reassurance that she actually did look good, with her figure any man would fall to the ground but her eyes were never on them.

"Thank you." She smiled genuinely, I would usually be aware and miles away from women who had the personality as Mara, but I knew her and I could tell that she was no threat to me.
"Right. Time for the bride to try on her dress." The women who worked in this boutique spoke, the girls cheered and stepped aside as I walked towards the changing room.

"I have added every small details requested by your mother and also listened to what you wanted, I found the right dress for you." Monique the boutique women said, I have her a forced smile. Dresses and make up were never my thing, preferred minimum makeup, joggers and tops but never dresses and heels.

Closing the changing door behind me, I leaned against it and inhaled and exhaled deep breath.
'You can do this!' I repeatedly chanted into my head, after gaining my confidence I stripped from the outfit I was wearing and looked at the beautiful white dress in front of me.

As I climbed into the dress, I could not help but admire the dress, my hands were on my chest. I could not reach to zip my dress, I unlocked door and glad to see Monique still there.

"Need help?" She asked, I smiled and nodded my head before turning my back to her and with my free hand I pulled my hair to the side so she was able to zip me up.
"Thank you." I spoke turning around to face her, she had a pleased look at the dress as she took me in.

"Be careful with the dress, it has designed net which can be ripped easily." Monique spoke, she smoothed my dress down making the wrinkles of the dress disappear.
"Is my veil ready?" I asked, I admired the dress but I was beginning to feel tired with all the shopping we had done before arriving at the boutique.

"Right, the veil. Samantha, can you please bring the customer veil under the name of 'Knight'." Monique yelled to a young worker, who's name was Samantha. Samantha nodded her head and hurried upstairs to the storage room I assumed, before coming down with a long white veil which was inside a clear plastic wallet type.

"Designed how you liked, the only part of the veil which is empty is the head, which would fall on your face." She explained before opening the veil, and placing it on my head with the help of Samantha they neatly laid my long trail of my veil to make sure that each part of the design can be seen.

"Let's show it to them." I spoke, Monique nodded and helped me walk to the show room. When I entered on the stage, everyone had settled and dressed back to their original clothes that had come here and where staring at me in admiration.
"Beautiful." Mother's voice came which made me look up, I did not know when she had arrived but I was glad she was I needed my mother to get me through this.

"Thanks mum." I whispered, I watched her wipe the fallen tears as she approached me.
"I would hug you but I do not want to ruin your dress with my make up, your getting married tomorrow." I sighed and closed my eyes as I myself was beginning to tear up. I was Young, but I knew what ever my parents have decided for me was correct.

"Stop it mum, you will make me cry." I groaned while looking up, closing my eyes until I knew there was no threat of tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Sorry, anyways you look absolutely ravishing. I knew this dress would compliment your figure, those gorgeous breast you inherited from me and those eyes from your father." I giggled as my mother continued to brag about our great genetics, it was obvious to everyone that I looked a lot like my father, but i would be lying if I said I did not inherit anything form my mother because I had recurved her plump lips, busty chest and ass with the correct curves in the right place.

There would no be a day where she would not mention is!

"You sure about that Aunt Xirena to me personally Xylia looks a copy of Uncle Xavier." Amelia joked, mum sent an evil but playful glare towards her.
"Well she did pop out of my vagina." Mother spoke proudly, she was not ashamed to speak about her body parts and definitely not when it involved me.

"Well it takes two to get a angel like Xylia." Fathers voice came, as he entered the room. His tuxedo was a bit scruffy as he had rushed here in a hurry, he pecked my mothers lips and then my forehead before wrapping his arms around mothers waist.
"Your just a sperm doner." Mother joked, making the room burst out laughing and father smirked and leaned his head into mothers neck.

"Maybe I should show you that I am more than just a sperm doner." Father spoke, making all the girls in the room cringe in disgust.
"Eww, get a room." I yelled, my parents chuckled but shook their head.

"You look beautiful!"