SECRETS PROMAX

Nowhere on earth

Chapter Four – nowhere on earth.

Florence spends the next couple of hours explaining things to her sister, trying to reassure her that everything will be fine. For a while, she thought about lying to her, but she changed her mind and came clean. Then she had to spend more time assuring Zara that nothing was her fault. Zara eventually falls asleep and Florence walks around the house, still in her dress because she does not have anything she can wear, something just as elegant. She hasn’t seen Salvatore since they separated a while ago.

One perk is this mansion. It is insanely big, there is an even bigger pool, an ethereal home theater, it has everything she could ever need. If she thought the library back in the hall was big, this was four times bigger and more well-equipped. The security is very tight, she sees armed men and women in position, bowing slightly when they see her. The mansion also has a full staff.

“Florence, lovely. Come here for a second, will you?” She hears and turns to see Isabelle Conti, Luca Ricci and Salvatore. He is smoking again. Flo exhales and walks to them.

“Hi.” She says softly and Salvatore nods at her, while Isabelle smiles.

“Hi, we did not properly meet, I’m Luca Ricci, how is your sister?” Luca says, and she smiles at him, thoroughly grateful.

“Yes, Hi. Thank you very much, apparently, you made her feel so comfortable despite the situation, I owe you, deeply.” She gushes and he blushes.

“He was just doing his job; you do not owe him.” Salvatore states, his voice hard, and she glares at him.

“In an hour, our family stylist will arrive with a collection of clothes, actually a lot more than a collection. She will bring six amazing wedding dresses, and you take your pick, then dresses, pants, shirts, tees, thongs, everything you will need. You are the Queen of Italy Mob; you need to dress like it. I will teach you everything you need to know. It will be a splendid week, and we can continue the lessons after. Also, don’t worry about your sister, she will be well catered for, too.” Isabelle expresses and Florence feels overwhelmed, but she nods, faking a smile.

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It is Florence’s wedding day, the day that binds her forever to Salvatore forever. The wedding is not held at their mansion, rather at the church. She is wearing long sleeves, a beaded lace ball gown with a very long train and a veil. She hates it so much; she feels like she will explode any moment from now. She can’t wear this and walk down the aisle. The door opens and Zara and Sofia gasp at her sight. Fortunately, the stylist is with them.

“Change of plans, I want that.” She announces and the woman nods.

“I knew you would, and I brought it with me.” She smiled and three of them helped her out of the ball gown into the better one. She smiles at the mirror, loving the sight of her – it is a simple mermaid wedding dress, and off-the-shoulder and a court veil. She is stunning, her ears are adorned with the silver earrings Isabelle got for her and her hair is styled wonderfully. The tattoo on her shoulder stands out, and Florence smiles, she only wishes she was marrying a man she loves.

“Florence, I know this is not the situation you wished for, and I’m sorry. You might think your life has ended, but it is just beginning. My brother might not be a perfect man, but he would cherish you, I promise. He asked me to give you this, he would have loved to give you himself, but there is tradition, after all.” Sofia opines and Florence smiles in spite of herself.

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“You think she would run away, not go through with this?” Luca asked and Salvatore gritted his teeth. The thought had occurred to him, and now, as he stood, waiting for her, it was all he could think of.

“There is nowhere on earth I wouldn’t find her. She is mine, and she needs to know that.” He growls as quietly as possible and Luca nods. Suddenly, the music starts, and everyone gets up. She is walking towards him, with her sister behind her. She takes his breath away, the anger and tension seeps out of him, and all he can do is watch her.

She is so beautiful, and he bites down a smile when he sees the tattoo on her collar bone. He has his fair share of tattoos too. The ceremony passes in a blur, and when he is asked to kiss his bride, he gently wraps his hand around her, pulling her to him, and he kisses her softly, relishing the feel of her. She wraps her hand around his throat, kissing him deeper. Someone whistles, and they pull apart. Reluctantly, she is avoiding his eyes and he grins, needing his cigar.

“You are mine now, forever.” He whispers, and she looks at him with her big brown and doe eyes, rendering him powerless.

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The wedding passes and the reception comes. The reception was held at the mansion, and it was just family. She changed out of her dress to a simple halter top white dress. It was a low back and gorgeous on her. Salvatore keeps his hand on her lower back, sending shivers down her spine at the feel of his calloused and tatted hand on her back. They are walking around, smiling, and greeting family and close friends. Actually, she is, and he is just walking with her, brooding. She does not mind, she performs her ornamental duty, she is performative after all. Zara and Sofia are fast friends, seeing as Zara is just two years younger. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the reception, even Isabelle and Luca.

“Wine, Mrs.?” Someone says and Florence turns, but she freezes when she sees that it is her, the blonde woman who sent her on a suicide mission. How did she get here?