Sicily,1964
Joseph's POV
I slowly exited the car as the cold hit my face. My gaze landed on the cathedral and I felt my heart rate increase. It was a reality, I was getting married, I was going to be someone's husband. Did I love the girl, no? But she was wife material and that's all that mattered. Uncle Meyer had advised me to take a wife every king needs a queen, he would say. When I was visiting Sicily she caught my eye, Maria. Beautiful, smart and obedient characteristics of a great wife. Her father was an associate of mine and I asked permission to court her which he allowed. After six months I asked her to be my wife, she was happy and declared her love for me and I awkwardly changed the subject. I walked into the cathedral as members of my crime family nodded in acknowledgment of
