Aurora’s POV
It’s my wedding!
Excitement surged through me as I cast a glance at my beautiful wedding dress. Matteo repeated it severally that it was a one time event so I had to look the part even though we didn’t invite so many people.
Aunt Giselle who was my bridesmaid kept walking around to make sure that things were in order. She had been doing that for the past two months but she had never really been satisfied with her efforts.
It made me realise that she was a perfectionist to the core and Angelo was in it for a long ride.
Sofia did well with my face. I had asked for a simple, but subtle make-up and she did just that. I was looking like a bride already and I couldn’t wait to put on my dress.
“I’m done.” She announced after putting the finishing touches on my lips which looked plump and alluring.
I rose up from the vanity stool and walked to the wardrobe where the dress was hung, then took off my white dressing robe which left me on just my panties.
My eyes lingered on the skirt of the dress which was shorter in the front and the back had a gathered train. The dress looked as smooth as silk, having a velvety quality to it. The upper part had a sweetheart neckline and the bodice was a light silver with glitters and lace.
I wore a simple diamond jewelry around my neck with stud earrings having a heart shaped design.
A gasp sounded from behind me which caused me to turn around. “You look stunning.” She exclaimed, giving me a small hug.
I nodded, holding back the tears that glistened in my eyes. “I really wish that my parents were alive, they’d have loved to see me this happy right?” I asked, blinking hard so that the tears wouldn’t fall and ruin my make-up.
“Yes. Your father would have loved to walk you down the aisle, but I believe he’ll want you to be completely happy wherever he is.” She massaged my bare shoulder and I nodded in agreement.
“Thank you for being at my side, Aunt Giselle, I don’t know what I’d have done without you.” I said, my heart overflowing with appreciation.
“You are not just my late sister’s daughter, you are also my daughter and I love you to the bone. So go out there and become one with the man your heart beats for.” She grinned and left the room again for me to have a little bit of privacy before the procession would begin.
I stared at my fingers which were void of any rings, including the one given to me as a promise ring. I smiled, remembering when he confessed that he had put a tracker inside the ring which enabled him to find me every time I went missing. It was thoughtful of him yet it reminded me in every way of his possessiveness.
My hands reached for my phone which I’d been checking continuously since I woke up. I missed my uncle and I hoped that things didn’t have to become that bad between us.
The phone chimed in my hands and a message from an unknown number flashed from the screen. Matteo could never find out that I was trying to reach out to my uncle or he’ll be pissed. From the moment he was kidnapped by the Camorra, their hatred for each other increased.
A smile tugged at my lips while my heart skipped when I realised that my uncle had sent the text.
I hope you have a smooth wedding celebration and enjoy marital bliss….
I miss you, principessa. Take care
Love, Uncle Lorenzo.
I held onto my chest and sucked in air. It was the best wedding present ever… a message from my uncle.
“It’s time,” Aunt Giselle announced after opening the door.
I nodded and swiped away from the message. I couldn’t tell anyone about the message and I couldn’t let Matteo know about it as well so I archived it, straightened my shoulders and displayed a very bright smile.
The venue was in another part of our house, nearer to the bush that was mowed and properly decorated with several flowers. An event planner was employed to make sure that everything went well.
I walked through the aisle alone which had several white jasmine flowers knitted up by the sides with a bouquet of pink carnations in my hands. There weren’t many people apart from the members of our family, Sofia who carried Maya, her husband and some important members of the Outfit. It was my dream wedding as I’d never fancied a society wedding even while single.
My eyes moved away from the people who had filled up the rows of the chairs and darted toward the man who was patiently waiting for me to be his. He had a side smile, his eyes which were fixed on me were filled with adoration and love.
I was truly happy. With him I felt safe and secured, looking around to see the people around me, I knew that I would never have to go through any issue alone anymore.
“You look so beautiful.” He whispered sweetly into my ears.
A blush crept to my cheeks then the priest cleared his throat, disrupting our pleasant moment. “You would have to exchange your vows now.” He informed us and we moved away slightly from each other.
We exchanged our vows and put the rings in our fingers. His words carried conviction and looking at him, he wasn’t just the Capo of the Outfit but my husband, the father of our daughter and the only man that could sweep me off my feet without having to try too hard. I knew that things wouldn’t always be rosy but we would surely work things out.
“You may kiss the bride.” The priest said and cheers erupted from the assemblage.
Our gazes were locked together and I leaned in for the most exciting and fulfilling kiss I’d ever had. From now on we were one both in the eyes of God and man. When he pulled away, I could tell that the brief kiss had awoken more desire that had been buried for sometime… Yes! We hadn’t had sex in days because I wanted to be chaste till we got married.
“She’s finally my wife, everyone.” Matteo yelled and they all cheered.
We left the little platform where we stood, our fingers entwined as we walked back into the house. I glanced at Maya who was grinning, apparently, she had caught up on the excitement that was evident in the room.
“I can’t wait for us to have some privacy so that I will show you what it means to be my wife.” He teased me, but when I stared at his face it was void of the naughty smirk I was expecting to see.
Wetness pooled between my legs as I imagined him thrusting in and out of me. I cleared my throat and swallowed, hoping that my cheeks weren’t so red. “You have to be patient, husband, because we have a long way to go.”
SOME HOURS later, I stood by the window of our room wearing Matteo’s big shirt which covered the lingerie I had on from our first night as a couple. He was resting but I couldn’t do the same as my gratitude and true happiness burst through my veins.
I was grateful for not allowing my bitterness to make me lose Matteo.
I was grateful that he didn’t die when he was kidnapped by my uncle.
I was grateful that I reconnected with my aunt and her daughter.
And finally, I was grateful that I had a family to call my own and a sizzling career as a chef. Heck! What more could I wish for?
My life was complete even though it was the opposite some time ago, and it was all because I met the right man.
THE END