Mafia Bride: Italian Mafia Romance Standalone by L. Steele

Author:L. Steele [Steele, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Olivia

At least the wedding isn’t in a church or at City Hall—two logical venues, both of which I wanted to avoid. He seems to have understood that; Karma told me that the wedding would take place in their conservatory. The same place where I had walked in on Solene’s engagement party.

And yes, the wedding is real, but if I pretend I’m playing a role in a movie, I’ll be able to get through this with more ease. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. I’m filling a role; that’s all there is to it. I’m not getting married to the man who’s occupied my dreams, my every waking thought, and who I had masturbated to almost every night since meeting him. Nope. Of course not. I rub my palms down the satin of the dress I am wearing.

Karma Sovrano insisted that I accept the dress. I refused, of course, and told her I was happy with what I had on, but she was so persuasive. She told me it had become a bit of a tradition in the Sovrano household for her to design the wedding dress of the bride. She did it for most of the weddings of Michael’s brothers, and she said she would be so grateful if I accepted the dress from her. She was so humble, so sincere, I couldn’t turn her down.

Also, she’s the Don’s wife. Not that she used her position to get me to agree, but I was conscious of the fact that my family is now at the mercy of the Cosa Nostra, and I don’t want to upset that balance in any way.

She’s my future sister-in-law, and while I can be stubborn, I'm not dumb. I’m marrying into the Sovrano family, after all. And believe it or not, my mother's words made an impact. She was trying to tell me that I need to start this relationship on the right footing, by giving it the kind of respect it deserves. And while I’m not a romantic, by any stretch of the imagination, this is probably the only time in my life I’m going to get married, because neither the Cosa Nostra nor the Camorra believe in divorce.

I have to admit, I didn’t want to appear at my ceremony looking less than stellar. And when Karma revealed the dress, I couldn’t deny, it was beautiful. I saw the dress and immediately knew I wanted to wear it. And when I saw myself in the mirror, a shiver had skimmed through me. A simple sheath made of a liquid, metallic material that made it seem like the dress had been poured over me and then sewed to my curves, it hugged me in a warm embrace without restricting my movements. It shifted and slithered over my skin and across my thighs, and as I moved, little flickers of static electricity ran under my skin. I looked beautiful, elegant, sophisticated. I looked like I was ready for the starring role in my own life. I had to wear that dress.

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