Un/Traditional ( dark mafia romance)

Still a fiancee, not the husband

"Breathe Nanetta, just breathe" I tell myself trying to calm myself down as the doors open to the wedding hall.

It looked absolutely beautiful with white and pink flowers all around. 

The chapel looked like something from a fairytale.

My father had gone all out.

He had spared no expenses but then again he would make a lot more from this marriage so why the hell not.
My sister and step mother had out done themselves.
They had made all the preparations by themselves because according to them the wedding planner was ' not talented enough'.

Soft music starting playing as we walked.

People stood up.

I recognized most of them as the people related to our family and business. No surprise there.

But my eyes had shifted to my bridesmaids .

Beatrix and Kara who were my childhood friends. Actually they were more than just friends, they were like my sisters .

And speaking of sisters there stood my maid of honour and my real sister Yasmina who was beaming at me like I was her recent crush.

Beatrix was a serious person but today she also had a small smile on her face.
Kara on the other hand was full on grinning at me.They knew I wasn't happy but they could do nothing about it.

Opposite them stood Salvatore Alessi who had been  recently married to Beatrix . Their marriage had not been like mine.

They had dated each other since the beginning of high school on and off.

Salvatore was my husband's  head of security and go to man after Max. I was not a big fan of Salvatore but as long as Beatrix was happy I didn't care.

Next to him was Alessandro Mortelli, Kara's fiance. He never talked much but he seemed alright to me. Unlike Sal short for Salvatore who had been a total playboy with on and off relationship with Beatrix, Alessandro was always a gentleman.

He would match with my artsy friend Kara just fine. He was my husband's left hand man.

Beside him was Maximus or Max for short m, my husband's brother , the best man who looked really handsome in a gray tux. He had always been pleasant whenever we met.

Which wasn't that often.

He had a really gentle smile the kind of smile that could make any girl swoon.

My sister had still not gotten over how hot her future husband was.

To her looks  mattered, really mattered.
She was in love with him but in my opinion she was just in love with the idea of being in love but hey what do I know.

My thoughts were interrupted as my father let go of my hand and put it in my husband's hand gently.
I avoided looking at his face especially his eyes.

Kissing me on the cheek & patting my husband on the back my dad left to stand back.

It felt like my father had  thrown me in water which was filled with hungry sharks.

Did every bride feel this way?

I hope not.

I held Leonardo's calloused hand with caution as we took our position in front of the priest.

My heart beat had accelerated drastically. I couldn't hear anything the priest was saying. The ringing in my ears was so loud that I thought Leonardo could hear it too.