Today was her one and only sister Aria's wedding and she was one of her bridesmaid. Only if she was the older sister, she would happily take her sister's place and save her from this bloody marriage.
She gazed at herself through the floor length mirror. The burgundy coloured maxi was beautiful and screaming thousands of dollars but she didn't have the time nor her mind was at ease to admire it's beauty.
The maxi was narrow at her thin waist and then flowed down till her calves hugging her curves at the right places. The dark colour made her ivory skin standout especially her long legs through a slit that reached her mid thigh.
She turned around and frowned looking at her half exposed back. She was just fifteen years old. She didn't need to show off so much of her skin. It was her first time wearing something like this but she didn't have a choice either. All bridesmaids were wearing the same dress so she had to wear this exposing shit. For her sister.
She was feeling too exposed so she wrenched the silver hairpin out off her up do. Her shiny chocolate brown with natural soft curls flowed down and she arranged them on her shoulders and back. Now her back and arms were somewhat covered and she felt much covered.
She glanced at her mobile to check the time and shit there was only half an hour left before going to heading to the church for the fucking wedding.
She pursed her lips and shaked her head at her own self. Even if she wasn't happy with this wedding she shouldn't curse her own sister's wedding. Now the milk was spilt. She staightened herself and faked a smile on the mirror.
The reflection of her own that gazed back at her looked so fake with the smile that didn't reach her ears.
She gritted her teeth and the smile fell. She didn't need to fake a smile except for her sister. She didn't give a damn about others.
She sauntered towards the vanity table and began to select the necessay one's she needed to apply.
Her straight brows with a slight curve at the end were already perfectly shaped and naturally thick so she didn't need to darken them. She decided to apply some mascara. she struggled to steady her shaking hands as Her green eyes stared intensely at the mirror so she doesn't ruin her eyes.
She ended her natural look with wine red lipstick which she bought with her sister but never dared to apply. She feared she would look like a child adult But now she can do that.
Her immaculate skin was naturally rosy maybe because she applied a bit of makeup now and then due to her young age unlike the adults.
she didn't need to apply foundation and hide the natural look and then apply blush.
She plopped on her bed and began to wear her burgundy coloured heels that matched with her dress.
She had to appreciate her twin brother Samuel's choice. He was better than her in these things. And then she rolled her eyes at herself for having such a stupid thought. Ofcourse he will know what looks good and bad since he must have lots of experience with women after initiation as a Made Man.
her nail paint hadn't hardened yet so she was having trouble buckling the fu*king strap to her ankle.
If it was someone else wedding she would not even care to attend less get ready for it. She didn't give a damn about weddings.
Vera didn't have a good impression of weddings and For her it was just a cage that bounds a woman for ever with a man who only knows how to suppress her But she would never be one of those caged birds with their clipped wings.Never. she was not born to be locked but to soar high in the sky.
She wished her sisters to be free as well and she would give a last try to change her sister's mind.
the wedding is going to be in New York so everyone is staying in luxurious hotels booked by the New York Famiglia-Aria's in laws.
This arranged marriage was set between my elder sister and the third son of the famiglia to settle the war between the two Mafia families aka Chicago Outfit and famiglia that has been haooeing from a decade.
there were rumours that Russians had their eyes on Chicago and New York territory until the recent attack on one of of the territories ruled by one of the underboses of famiglia. It hadnt been even a month since the attack that Russians attacked some soldati of the Outfit, tortured and killed them brutally.
Don peitro of the new York Famiglia proposed a marriage to put an end to the war and unite both families to face off the Russians together. Everyone knew that the peace between the two families won't last long since the animosity between the two was too great to turn a blind eye.
But for the time being both wanted to save their asses and their territories especially the outfit since the the Camora of Las Vegas was itching to play with them too.
A union through marriage was the only way and in some way a very wise decision only if my sister wasn't the chosen sacrificial lamb.
The Don of the Outfit didn't have any daughters so my father who was a consiglerie and second in rank to Don offered my elder sister in a silver platter without a second thought. He didn't even care to ask for my sister's consent. I so wanted to break that ugly nose of my shitty father and one day I am sure I will.
I regret it that I am just another women who can't do anything for my sister. I regret it that I couldn't stop this wedding. I regret it that my sister can't marry the love of her life and has to marry some killing machine in the skin of a human.
My sister was in love with one of the soldati of Outfit. Romero was handsome, tall, well built and charming. Though he was an assassin and like every Made Man he was no different from that monster my sister is to marry or maybe he killed more people but he loved my sister. He loved her and he cared for her unlike that shitty monster who hated the outfit with every fiber of his being. There were no qualms about how he will treat my innocent sister as his slave.
I felt guilty for Romero. I have seen how his cold eyes softened when ever they landed on my sister. I remember how a soft smile etched on his stoic face when ever I teased him with my sister. I felt so sorry for him.
Why? Why they couldn't be together? Why god why you can't let two lovers be together? Why?
I have always considered Romero as my future Brother-in-law. my sister has always consider him as her future husband and he considered her as his wife.
No one knew other than me that they loved each other. If my father knew he will shoot him. Everyone will consider him and my sister as a traitor and I can't even fathom how many finger will raise on my sister's honour.
We should have known that no consiglerie would give his daughter to a mere soldati. A daughter was like an asset for a greed man like my father. He will sold her to whom he can earn double profit.
But was it their fault that they fell in love? Or was it the word 'love' fault that happened to them out of nowhere?
I haven't seen Romero since we landed in New York. I knew he was also here since he was a top Assasin and one of the best Sniper. he would be here for security purposes in case famiglia had change of plans and attacked the outfit. Trust wasn't something that Mafia knew.
I made a mental note to go and talk to Romero. I have seen and felt how much he loved my sister and it wouldn't be a surprise if he decides to kill the groom. i have seen the fury in his eyes that won't curb until he bathed in blood when i told him that Aria was sold to Famiglia monster.
Romero has nothing to loose and a man who has nothing to loose is the most dangerous one.
I need to check on him. He was not only my once future Brother-in-law but also a dear friend. I lost my brother-in-law but I can't loose a friend too.