The Mafia Rose

Chapter 32

One week until the wedding...

Sofia's POV

My mind was everywhere. I couldn't focus on anything and everything I touched  seemed to go wrong. I only had one week left and still so much to do and prepare before the wedding is even slightly in order. Everything apart from the wedding had died down, there was no more talk of Pietro, Ivan's uncle and friend were still on the look out but I was told firmly to stay out and away from it all which was probably for the best.

"Mum have you heard from the florist yet?"

I sat in the kitchen with my note book trying to work out what is left to do.
"Not yet sweetie I'll ring them in five."
Mum had become really tired over the last few day.

She was always up and doing different things to help me but just without her extra energy I'm used to.
I tried to talk to dad about it but he just brushed it off like nothing had changed in her.

"Don't worry about it mum I'm going to go in their shop to try and shimmy them along."

"Okay hunny I'll see you later."

Isabella spent most of her time around our place only going back to her mum and dad's house once or twice a week.
"Where are you going?"

"To the florist. Wanna come?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed.

"As much as I want to help I'm all wedded out and I said to nonna I would spend the day with her."

"Okay well she's in the kitchen."

And with that I left the house.
Since the incident with Pietro my dad had become even more protective of us all, just nipping to the florist required an army of men and an armoured car... well not armoured but I'm sure the windows would be bullet proof.

"You know you guy's don't really need to come I'm literally just going to look at flowers."

"Father's orders." One of them said to me.

I got in the car without any arguments, there was no point anymore what dad said you did no questions asked.
We were sitting in the middle of New York stuck in traffic, I don't even know how long we've even been sitting here but what I do know is one simple job is taking what feels like ten hours and I couldn't feel my butt anymore I'd been sitting that long.

"What the hell is going on? We haven't moved in ages."

"I don't know miss the whole city is at grid lock."

I can't take this any longer.

"MISS WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"The shop will be shut at this rate so I'm going to walk, if the traffic clears come to the shop and wait and if it hasn't I'll just walk back here to you."

I slammed to door before anything else could be said.

It was only few blocks away nothing bad could happen in such a short distance.
The driver wasn't lying to me as I walked through the streets the traffic just went on forever, the sounds of horns and angry cab drivers echo through the city the further I went in. I carried on walking just wanting to get the florist over and done with so I could just get home but I was soon stopped by the women in front of me.

"I am so sorry."

She had dropped her handbag spilling all of it's contents.

"Don't worry let me help you."

I helped her pick her things up as people scoffed and huffed at us as they walked past.
"Thank you let me buy you a coffee as a thanks."

I politely declined needing to get to the florist.