POV: Aletta
The ceremony was stunning. Watching Ella walk down the aisle with her dad to meet Alex, and then to watch the expression of true awe in Alex's eye makes me realise how much he deserves this.
Alex has worked so hard and to have Ella by his side means a great deal.
I try to focus on the beautiful scene taking place before me, but I can feel eyes on me the whole time.
I look to my right to find Angelo's steel eyes focusing on me with great intensity.
I smile at him sweetly but all he does is blink. His lips part slightly so I can see his breath clearly in the crisp air, but he remains still with his eyes refusing to leave my face.He seems deep in thought so I look away and back at the couple but I know he's still staring at me.
Every time I look at him, he is looking at me. I can't figure out why though.
"You May kiss the bride" A voice interrupts my train of thought.
Everyone claps and cheers as Alex lifts Ella off her feet and kisses her. Everyone throws white petals as the happy couple walk down the aisle to the back where a black rolls Royce with a white ribbon and flowers awaits them.
The car drives off as Ella and Alex wave and I can hear the tin cans attached to the back rattle.
Everyone then begins to walk to the car park ready to head over to the reception but I wait for Angelo who is stood at the front still, with his back to me, facing the forest."Hey.." I say as I place my hand in his shoulder.
"Hi." He replies but doesn't turn to face me.
"Is everything ok?" I ask and he turns around.
"You look beautiful, Aletta." Is his reply and I can't say anything. My whole face feels like a beetroot so I look to the ground.
Angelo then moves closer to me and takes off his jacket. "Here."
He places it over my shoulders. "You must be cold, we've been stood outside for a couple hours and yours doesn't seem particularly warm."
He's right. My fluffy bolero was snug at first but after being stood outside for so long the cold has began to get to me.
"Thanks." I smile, blushing even more.
He takes my hand and we begin to walk to the car. Everyone else has left, except the people packing up, so we're alone in the car park.
He walks over to my side of the car but before opening the door he surprises me by kissing me.
"What was that for?"I ask curiously.
"Can't I kiss my beautiful girlfriend?" He says and smiles at me.
"Well I guess you can." I laugh.
He opens the door and I sit in. "You truly look mesmerising today, love.".
We arrive at the reception which is a beautiful hall that has been decorated with snowflakes and fairy lights.
It's stunning. I'm in awe of my beautiful surroundings.
The gardens are also stunning. The thin layer of frost coating the grass, trees and flowers glitters beneath the sunset.
Everyone is inside, seated so we head to the main table also and sit down.
Angelo sits besides Alex and I sit opposite to him. He then stands to do his best man speech and this is probably the first time I've seen true emotion on plastered all over his face.
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The Mafia's mind
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