Zoey p. o. v
The car rode to a stop in front of the biggest hall I’ve ever seen, the lighting from the building was blinding. It could pass as the daylight.
Paparazzi are all over the place, some gather at the side of the red carpet leading to the entrance of the hall. While some scattered around, taking sneak pictures of people.
I have no idea the kind of people, Marco invited, but based on their influence in the country. I’m sure they people at the top of the food chain.
“To the underground garage.” Marco hissed irritated.
I forgot he doesn’t like the paparazzi, he was hardly seen on the newspapers or the TV unlike other famous business. If he’s seen on the news, it is most like an old picture of him.
The owners of these news firms won’t want to be in the Alfonso’s bad book, so they steer clear unless invited.
The car came to a stop at the very private underground garage, accommodating only three other cars.
“Wait for me.” Marco told me as he hurriedly gets down from the car, he came to my side and held the door out for me.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him, he’s starting to look like the young boy I fell in love with.
The sweet, charming and caring boy.
He still has that side to him, but being the Mafia Don he’s not permitted to show that side of him.
He kissed the back of my hand, then placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. Before silently leading me to the backstage room where his family was.
“Zoey is here.” Isabella informed everyone.
Immediately, all the women in his family surrounded me, throwing compliments at me from every angle.
“Your dress is beautiful.”
“I love your earrings, they are stunning.”
“Who did your hair? It’s so perfectly done.”
“And your makeup…. Flawless and glamorous.” That was Camila.
“Oh. Oh! and the necklace, I love it.” Isabella chipped in.
I couldn’t stop smiling and thanking them, they seem to fail to acknowledge Marco. And Marco on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind has he already made himself comfortable with the men.
Luciano, waved at me from there, I waved back. He would be here if he had the chance, but knowing the people he’s with…. it’s nearly impossible for him to come.
“You look so beautiful.” Marco’s Mom compliment hugging me, I embraced her motherly hug, craving it badly as I hardly get it now from my mom.
“Thank you Mom.”
“Come, have a seat.” They lead me to one of the couches they were sitting, I made myself comfortable on a three seater couch.
Mom and Aunt Tricia sat each at my side, providing me the comfort I need.
“Zoey are you scared?” Aunt Valerie, Uncle Dante’s wife asked from her seat, which also had Aunt Kara and Camila.
They younger kids were (Aunt Kara and Aunt Valerie’s kids) at the opposite side from us, doing whatever on their phones.
I realized everyone’s gaze is on me, waiting for my reply.
Am I scared? Yes, a bit, but I know that I have Marco with me.
“A bit.” I answered shortly.
“It’s normal to feel scared.” Aunt Tricia input.
“I’d be surprised if you’re not.” Mom added. “But be aware that we are all here for you, we are solidly behind you and Marco.” She adds.
I breathe a visible sigh, I should be scared out of my mind. Knowing the family I’m dealing with and getting involved in, but I want to be a part of this big but united family.
Their love and support for each other is something we don’t see every day. And I want a big slice of that, call me greedy.
Read my lips, I don’t care. Eyes roll.
We sat together for some more minutes, keeping each other company and they’re always singing my praise as if I had done something so great for them.
They even had to thank me for coming back into their lives, where I should be the grateful one having such wonderful family to call mine.
It is time for them to grace the event with their mighty presence.
“You will join us in a short while.” Mom said and placed a kiss on my cheek. All the Aunties repeated the action before they went off.
“Baby.” Marco groaned out to me. He bent down to my level, dropping a lingering kiss on my neck. One that had me shivering and wanting more. “I will come get you soon.” He said on holding on to my hand for a while he also left.
I watched the event from the laptop that was dropped in front of me. The Alfonso family gracing the occasion, the crowd clapped cheerfully.
Marco took the stage, addressing the crowd and talking more on what I had toned out. I was to focus on his body language, his handsome face perfectly sculptured by the maker himself.
His facial expression, and how those muscles flex whenever he moves. I unconscious ran my tongue over my lips, he looks hot and sexy, and I wish to be beneath him.
Squirming and moaning his name…..
“Now for what actually brought us here today….” That sentence brought me out of my fantasy world.
How I had sexual fantasies for Marco on an occasion like this is beyond me, may be it’s because he looks yummy on the stage. The way he commands respect and ceased everyone attention on him. I palm faced myself mentally.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“…. My fiancee.” Again I was pulled back to realize.
“Donna, you are needed on the stage.” Mathew came into the room.
I gave him a curt nod, and stood up. I wasn’t freaking out like I assumed I would be, I am strangely calm and confident.
You know who they say your appearance (dressing) influence your thinking and your vibe.
The curtains open slowly, revealing my beautiful self to the crowd. I slowly and elegantly made my way to Marco, he held his hand out when I came close. I hurriedly held unto his stretch, I seriously needed the comfort.
“Here is the present CEO of INNOVATIVE INTERIOR’S. Zoey Gideon, future Mrs. Marco Alfonso.” After Marco’s introduction, everyone applaud.
The spotlight light was immediately turned on, and I became the center of attention. The resounding claps continued as took the place Marco was previously occupying.
“Hello, Good evening everyone. Thank you all for coming, I feel honored to be standing before you all. Hopefully, I meet all your expectations, thank you.” I ended the speech, it was brief but very straight to the point.
I came totally unprepared, I didn’t practice any speech. Luckily, I was able to come up with something meaningful, at least me.
I feel Marco’s hand on mine, I didn’t even realize my fingers were trembling.
Marco flashed me a reassuring smile, he ended the speech and lead me down the stage.
“You did perfectly well.” He kissed my cheek.