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Cilia Rose Knight lovingly called as Cici by everyone is the heart of both Knight and Li Fonti families. She is snarky, beautiful, witty and most of all she doesn't have a filter in her mouth. She is...
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** 2 YEARS BACK **
"Wow! This is so pretty!"
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She gasped in pleasant surprise when she saw the tent decorated with lights and flowers. With the green grass spread over the ground and tiny lamps hanging from the trees and branches, the place looked even more beautiful and romantic.
This was the same place where they used to make love whenever they came to the rose garden. And now knowing that this will be the place where they would be celebrating their first night as 'husband and wife' got her sweet little heart flutter like a crazy bird in love.
Though he was a super temperamental and ruthless mafia man, he did have a huge romantic bone in him and to say she felt blessed would be such an understatement. The way he always thought about her, for her and tried his level best to make her happy every single time melted her heart.
And, the decorations were just 'icing on the cake'!
Still looking at the tent in front of them with a wide sweet smile playing on her lips she said, "I can't believe you decorated this all by yourself for us. Thank you so much Erasto. This is really; really beautiful."
With her still in his arms and his gaze fixed on her pretty face he replied, "I can do anything for us dolcezza! I can go to any extent to make you happy."
"Why are you this romantic?" She asked in a soft whisper looking at him while he simply smiled rubbing the tip of her short button nose with his narrow one and asked in a husky whisper, "Why are you this pretty?"
Oh, what a man! Answering a question by a question?
She blushed hearing his little question which had several thousand interlinked answers hidden in it. While she interlaced her fingers in his hair hypnotically avoiding his intense gaze, he smirked looking at her flushed cheeks.
"Mia moglie!" (My wife!)
He whispered in her ear, in a husky tone that laced pure love and belongingness while she looked into his honey brown eyes for a moment. Dipping his head a little, he captured her blossom lips with his own for a short sweet kiss.
When he broke the kiss and looked at her with love and growing hunger; a man would feel for his wife, she smiled shyly closing her pretty eyes to calm her fluttering heart and of course the tiny little cute butterflies that were busy dancing in the pit of her stomach.
With her still in his arms, he made his way towards their love tent not before whispering, "Ti Amo dolcezza!"
"Ti Amo anch'io marito!" (husband) She whispered back and smiled shyly like a new bride.
