The Mafia and Her Weakness.

...Epilogue (Part 2)...

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Song: Thousand years by Christina Perri.

This is part 2 of The Epilogue. The book ends here. The chapter is not edited so bring the mistakes to me, if there are any.

Thanks again for staying through this awesome journey with me. Happy Reading.

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Maila's POV:

"Don't have two marriages like your parents. They want to believe they got married twice but obviously the true one was when . . . . when they got married at the creek" Maddie slowly adds at the end pouting when my father glared at her.

"Fine. Whatever. I really don't care about where and how. I don't want all this frilly shit. I want a very simple white lace dress. No extra frills. Limited flowers or maybe no flowers at all. Light colors. I'll go crazy with all."

"But then it won't look like a wedding." Evaline argues.

"I don't care if it looks like a fucking funeral."

"language Maila." My mother admonishes.

I remember the chaos a week ago after Giovanni proposed me. The ladies made it their life mission to torture me with dreamy shitty wedding ideas. Honestly, If they would give me a white sack to wear and let us marry at the creek like my parents did, I will be the happiest woman.

Wedding.

My wedding.

It sounds almost surreal. I've always loved Giovanni so much but getting married to him never crossed my mind. I always thought there will be too much complications and obstacles for this day to come.

I always knew I was beautiful just like my mother. I never thought I was ugly but being phenomenal never crossed my mind. In this world, I am always surrounded by good looking dangerous men much more compatible to me than Giovanni ever will be but my heart, body and soul choose him. Giovanni makes me care about my appearance and that irate the living shit out of me.

I never cared about my body and what I wore before him. I knew that I exercised and trained to keep my body slender with long legs, small waist, appropriate boobs and definite hips and ass. I had stopped caring about my appearance a long time ago but all that shit came when Giovanni came into my life. I always wore what I like. I still do but I do think for a moment if Giovanni will like the dress. I never gave a rat's ass about the way I looked until Giovanni.

Standing in front of the mirror now, analyzing my appearance in this long gown makes me realize that I am not very confident about all that anymore. I cared what Giovanni thinks. What his opinions are about me. Especially this dress. It is a creme colored, sleeveless dress that shows enough of my cleavage. It's a very innocent dress with a bow on my waist.