Assassin [18+]

Résistance

§Morgana Acampora§

"What have you—" my mother started.

"This is my wedding," I laced my arm with Hanna's "I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, especially since you sold me. Are we done here?"

Mia closed the door "You're changing, right now."

"Into what?" A big smile played on my lips. "The dress I returned to the store two weeks ago?"

"You little piece of shit!" My mother shouted.

Hanna stepped between my mother and I "She might not say anything because she's a good person but I'm not. Call her that again and I'll break your fucking nose, cunt."

My mom gasped "How dare you—"

"No, how dare you sell your daughter? Have you actually given it a thought? The psychological damage you're causing her, the pain of being treated like an object, how she's doing everything expecting your love that she'll never get because you're a heartless bitch who only cares about status. Get the fuck o—" the door opened, revealing my dad in a dark grey suit.

"Daddy..." my mouth went dry.

"Everyone needs to go take their seat, it's time for the bride to walk down the aisle," He said, making me feel dizzy.

Everyone left the room, my mom gave my dad a menacing look and whispered something to him before leaving us alone.

"Hi daddy," my voice trembled as I fidgeted with my fingers. "You look really handsome, the grey makes your eyes pop—"

"Let's just walk, Morgana," his eyes fell to the floor as he offered me his right arm.

"Yes, daddy," just the opportunity to have him alone for some seconds and to have the smallest physical contact, makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I know it might seem weird that I still call him 'daddy' but our relationship isn't developed at all, even if it was, I feel like I would be his perfect little princess...it's nice to dream of a world like that. Even as a little girl I would follow him around the house, calling him 'daddy' nonstop to try to at least get a reaction from him...but it never worked, he just closed doors on my face.

We walked out of the room and the typical bridal march immediately started playing.

"You look beautiful," my father whispered, taking me by surprise; I felt like the place was spinning.

"You really think so, daddy?" Tears filled my eyes as we walked down the stairs.

He lightly nodded "You always look beautiful, Maguna," his eyes connected with mine for a second.

Tears slid down my cheeks "You used to call me that when I was four," my heart was racing and my breathing became shallow.

"How do you remember?" He glanced at me as we walked down the aisle which was set up in the grand living room; the sofas were replaced by 150 chairs that were all occupied and there were white flowers all around.

"I think about it every day, wrote it down in many diaries," I whispered, smiling at the guests beside me.

"I didn't know, Maguna," he told.

"You didn't know what, daddy?" My utter attention fell on him.

"That your mother was going to do this to you," he quietly told as we stopped beside Cassian who was wearing a traditional tux. My dad pecked my right cheek softly "Be strong, mimma."