ALINA
The morning of the ceremony was loud.
I felt like some doll, being dressed for display.
Mother kept touching my hair, trying to make sure everything was perfect.
Valentina argued with the maids about my dress, and Sofia, Luca's sister, sat beside me, watching everything with wide eyes.
Sofia looked like an angel. She has blonde hair styled in large waves, beautiful blue eyes, a voice so gentle it barely became louder than the noise in the room.
It was hard to believe she came from a Mafia family.
She leaned in slightly as she stared around the room. "Is it always like this?"
I smiled. She had arrived last night, and I liked her already. "You mean the madness? Yes. Get used to it."
She laughed, the sound light and sweet. "I forgot how loud Italian families
