Vitterio Rossi is a deadly, venomous man. He walks with the devil behind him, his tail between his legs and his head bowed.
Anyone in their right mind should be absolutely terrified to get even a glance from Vitterio.
Except Sorella De Luca, the Pri...
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Itchy lace pressed against the small of my back, uncomfortable, thick mesh covered my chest and arms and I tried wiggling free, but it was futile. The dress clung to me like a second skin, thick over my body.
I was being suffocated by the veil, the tiara dug into my skull. My palms skidded over the silk of the wedding gown, my tears being patted away by Juliette as she stared down at me, her own eyes wide and green and teary.
"You look beautiful," She lied right to my face, and I knew she was because Juliette Dupont was a horrible liar. Her eyes blinked twice as much and fast, and she chewed self-consciously on her bottom lip.
"I look like a woman that's being forced to marry a man she doesn't know," I retorted, my voice shaking and I was on the brink of having a full fledged mental breakdown. Juliette sniffed, wiped her own tears and took a seat in front of me. She reached for the champagne and without hesitation, she swung it back, and made a face.
"You haven't met him yet?" She asked me gently. I shook my head, pulling the God awful tiara off of my head. I chucked it onto the tiled floor and received a deep sigh from the woman who was helping us, and she picked it up and put it with the rest of the tiara's I had discarded on the floor.
"No," I sighed, "I'm going to marry a fucking man I don't know, haven't seen before. What if he has a big head? What if he has eleven fingers? I can't fucking do this,"
The panic attack that had been brewing in my chest for the last week threatened to boil over. Not to mention, Vitterio had kept his distance from me for the week, and his shitty excuse was "I'm busy. Besides, you're getting married in a week, princess"
He was in the other room with Freddie, talking about whatever men talked about. I was supposed to show them the dresses, apparently Vitterio knew the groom, he said he knew his taste. I trusted him, but I truly couldn't give a fuck about my husband to be's taste.
Juliette grabbed my hand and squeezed it, "I know this isn't the most...desirable situation, but you know what your dad said. You won't be married to him for long, right?"
I nodded half-heartedly, "Right," I inhaled deeply, "Can you tell Vitterio we're leaving in five whilst I struggle out of this god awful dress, please?"
With a soft chuckle, Juliette nodded and left the room.
I lifted my hand merely, and the woman rushed to my side. I rose from the seat and turned my back to her, ushering her to unzip the dress. She did, and I held it to my chest as I made my way to the dressing room.
I got dressed in my blue skirt and white blouse again, handed the woman the dress, and sent her a smile.
"April, can I ask you a kind of strange question?"
The red head turned to me and nodded kindly. "Do you have dresses in other colors?"
"I'm not sure. But if you'd like, we could make you one. Although it might take longer, it'll be exactly what you want. The cut, details and color,"
