The Italian Deal ✓| 18+

Episode 1

Episode 1

I looked up at the sky above, somehow wanted it to be raining, so the plans for today wouldn't be able to happen.

The clouds were arranged as neatly as child's toys, scattered over blue, content to drift where they fell. The morning sun had the potential to bring a day as hot as yesterday, but those wonderful puffs of white radiated it back out into space. The air was cooler, the colors less vivid and all without a drop of rain.

I sighed, trying to figure another way to escape this prison that I was going to live in. But before I could, Angela, my dear friend burst through the doors of this old chapel hurriedly.

In a moment of silence, I thought that something bad had happened, something bad which was actually good but then her eyes soon gave me a sympathetic look.

I looked down at my mother's old wedding gown, it was beautiful, it wasn't a typical white gown, it was more of an off-white color with soft intricate at the middle of it.

"It's time, " Angela whispered, her voice was soft and full of pity making me think what I was doing was right or not.

It's time to sell my mind, body, and soul to the devil himself.

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The rusty doors of the old chapel opened with a creak. My uncle held my hand on his big ones firmly yet softly. The look everyone was giving me almost made me run for the hills but I stood there confidently, with a gentle smile that I knew was fake but so perfected in it that no one could doubt it.

"There's still time kiddo, run, " my uncle said in a hushed voice. I smiled at him as we were passing through the aisle.

"I won't run from my problems Uncle, you know that."

"But this is death, and you are not suicidal, " he said but before I could question what he meant the devil himself cleared his throat.

"Can I have my bride now, Alessandro?" He asked in a tone that could make you wet your pants but not in pleasure. His voice was on edge, not necessarily cold but something that screamed unapproachable. My uncle nodded before handing my hand to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen we have gathered here to witness and celebrate the bond of marriage between two young souls..." The priest started as my mind wandered off to some other topic that would make me distracted from this disastrous event.

"I, Alice De'Amelio, take thee, Luciano Rossi, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

And he repeated the vows.

I tried to see past his cold face, the face which was so beautifully sculpted but had nothing to show, no emotion to express, as we exchange the rings.

"May I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi."

Fuck my life.

***

The room buzzed with excited chatter and children ran between the tables in a good-natured game of tag. I couldn't figure out if I should run off to somewhere far with or without my heels.

Then Luciano and I entered, applause spread across the room. There was the scraping of chairs as folks got up for a standing ovation and we made our way to the head table.

We sat in front of a bouquet of baby pink roses and all the guests, well all of them except to those who weren't peeing their pants by the sight of a cold Luciano cheered in joy and happiness.