There is no where on earth I wouldn’t find her. She is mine, and she needs to know that.

Florence spends the next couple of hours explaining things to her sister, trying to reassure her that everything will be fine. For a while, she thought about lying to her, but she changed her mind and came clean, then she had to spend more time assuring Zara that nothing is her fault. Zara eventually falls asleep and Florence walks around the house, still in her dress because she does not have something she can wear, something just as elegant, she hasn’t seen Salvatore since they separated a while ago.

One perk is this mansion, it is insanely big, there is an even bigger pool, an ethereal home theatre, it has everything she could ever need. If she though the Library back at the hall is big, this is four times bigger and well equipped. The security is very tight, she sees armed men and women in position, bowing slightly when they see her, the mansion also has a full staff.

“Florence, lovely. Come here for a second, will you.” She hears and turns to see Isabelle Conti, Luca Ricci and Salvatore, he is smoking again. Flo exhales and walks to them.

“Hi.” She says softly and Salvatore nods at her, while Isabelle smiles.

“Hi, we did not properly meet, I’m Luca Ricci, how is your sister?” Luca says and she smiles at him, thoroughly grateful.

“Yes, Hi. Thank you very much, apparently, you made her feel so comfortable despite the situation, I owe you, deeply.” She gushes and he blush.

“He was just doing his job; you do not owe him.” Salvatore states, his voice hard and she glares at him.

“In an hour, our Family stylist will arrive with a collection of clothes, actually a lot more than a collection. She will bring six amazing wedding dresses and you take your pick, then dresses, pants, shirts, tees, thongs, everything you can need. You are the Queen of Italy Mob; you need to dress like it. I will teach you everything you need to know, it would be a splendid week, and we can continue the lessons after. Also, don’t worry about your sister, she will be well catered for, too.” Isabelle expresses and Florence feels overwhelmed, but she nods, faking a smile.

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It is Florence’s wedding day, the day that binds her forever to Salvatore forever. The wedding is not held at their mansion, rather at the church. She is wearing a long sleeve, beaded, lace ball gown with a very long train and veil. She hates it so much; she feels like she will explode any moment from now. She can’t wear this and walk down the aisle. The door opens and Zara and Sofia gasp at her sight, thankfully, the stylist is with them.

“Change of plans, I want that.” She announces and the woman nods.

“I knew you would, and I brough it with me.” She smiles and three of them help her out of the ball gown into the better one. She smiles at the mirror, loving the sight of her – it is a simple mermaid wedding dress, and off-the-shoulder and a court veil. She is stunning, her ears are adorned with the silver earrings Isabelle got for her and her hair is styled wonderfully. The tattoo on her shoulder stands out, and Florence smiles, she only wishes she was marrying a man she loves.

“Florence, I know this is not a situation you wished for, and I’m sorry. You might think your life has ended but it is just beginning. My brother might not be a perfect man, but he would cherish you, I promise. He asked me to give you this, he would have loved to give you himself, but there is tradition, after all.” Sofia opines and Florence smiles in spite herself.

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“You think she would run away, not go through with this?” Luca asks and Salvatore grits his teeth, the though had occurred to him, and now, as he stands, waiting for her, it is all he can think off.

“There is no where on earth I wouldn’t find her. She is mine, and she needs to know that.” He growls as quietly as possible and Luca nods. Suddenly, the music starts, and everyone gets up, she is walking to him, with her sister behind her. She takes his breathe away, the anger and tension seeps out of him, and all he can do is watch her.

She is so beautiful, and he bites down a smile when he see the tattoo on her collar bone, he has his fair share of tattoos too. The ceremony passes in a blur, and when he is asked to kiss his bride, he gently wraps his hand around her, pulling her to him and he kisses her softly, relishing in the feel of her, she wraps her hand around his throat, kissing him deeper. Someone whistles, and they pull apart, reluctantly, she is avoiding his eyes and he grins, needing his cigar.

“You are mine now, forever.” He whispers and she looks at him with her big brown and doe eyes, rendering him powerless.

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The wedding passes and the reception comes. The reception is held at the mansion, and it is just family, she changed out of her dress to a simple halter top white dress, it is low back and gorgeous on her. Salvatore keeps his hand on her lower back, sending shivers down her spine at the feel of his calloused and tatted hand on her back. They are walking around, smiling, and greeting family and close friends, actually, she is, and he is just walking with her, brooding. She does not mind, she performs her ornamental duty, she is performative after all. Zara and Sofia are fast friends, seeing as Zara is just two years younger. Everyone seem to be enjoying the reception, even Isabelle and Luca.

“Wine, Mrs.?” Someone says and Florence turns, but she freezes when she sees that it her, the blonde woman who sent her on a suicide mission, how did she get here?