To Tame A Playboy

Chapter 3

I heard a knock at my door.

"Hmm... What?" I whined, still half asleep.

"You have to go to your fitting and the parlour" my aunt said in a monotonous voice and unlocked the door with the spare key.

Oh...yeah. The wedding. So they are continuing with that.

"I know you are upset" my aunt, for the first time since yesterday, spoke to me. Her hazel eyes were filled with sadness. She looked at me and was about to say something before she had a second thought.

"What is it?" I asked placing my hand on top of her familiar ones. But they felt so foreign.

"Your uncle did not have a choice" she straightened her back as she looked outside the window. She placed my long black strands behind my ear and gave me a warm hug.

"They threatened to send him to jail if he did not pay the debt. At one point, after hearing that they will forgive the debt if you are married to Rafael, your uncle decided to go to jail instead. But they said they would get rid of his bail and threatened that he might "accidentally" die in the prison. I was scared. Really scared" she wiped her tears and I heard her sniff her nose.

"We are so sorry you have to go through this. But they are dangerous people. They can still get authorities to do things despite the justice in Canada" she looked at me and placed her cold hand on my cheek. "I love you" she whispered before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"The driver will be here in 15 minutes" she got up and left the room. I got up and sat at my mirror staring at myself. Why did he want me? I looked at my slightly curled hair, my eyes were had bags under them from crying. My skin was paler than usual. Why? I remember the women he has been with. Those girls were either models or actresses, blonde, tan with flawless skin and body, and big beautiful eyes. Why did he choose me?

I grabbed my blue stripped shirt and black skinny jeans. I ran the hairbrush through my hair quickly and grabbed my black trench coat. It was raining really hard outside.

"Ma'am" the driver opened the door for me. He was a handsome man probably in his late twenties. His uniform was soaked from the rain. I gave him a small smile and sat inside the Lincoln limo. The limo was cozy and it had different snacks to eat. Oh my God. They even had Ferrero Rochers.

"Those are for you" I saw him smile in the rearview mirror. I turned red at the thought that he saw me staring hungrily at the Ferrero Rocher. I bit my lip and grabbed one beautifully wrapped chocolate piece. I blushed when I saw a women's dress under the box and placed the chocolates back on the box. As expected of the infamous playboy.

The car stopped and the driver opened the door for me. "Ma'am we are here" he took of his hat to reveal beautiful blond wavy hair.

"Diana is fine. Thank you..."

"Carlos "he smiled and went back inside the car.

I was standing outside the glamorous, old Hollywood fitting studio. I walked in and was greeted by the smell of fresh lilies. A beautiful lady in her late fifties came towards me. Her green eyes reminded me of the same beautiful pair as Rafael's

"So you are going to be my daughter-in-law" she grinned from ear to ear and pulled me in for a hug. She smelled like lilies too.

"He has a good eye. You are so beautiful" I blushed at the compliment. I have been called beautiful by a lot of people but being called beautiful by her meant a lot more.

"Thank you" I squeaked and she laughed gracefully. 

"Alright. Let's get your fitting done!" She locked her arms with mine and dragged me towards the fitting room.

The inside of the fitting room was so beautiful. There was an ottoman in the middle of the three elegant full length mirror. Through the huge windows I could see the Toronto downtown. It was a beautiful view.

"It is beautiful eh?" She gave me a small smile and she pulled her black hair into a bun. "Let's start".

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The gown was beautiful. The sleeves were made of lace and they were completely tight, the bodice outlined her curves and was also made of lace. The bottom half was very long and puffy. I felt like a princess in the gown.

"Do you like it? "Maria, my mother-in-law asked.

"It is gorgeous Mrs. DeMarco!" I assured her.

"Call me mom" she frowned at hearing me call her Mrs. DeMarco. She has been telling me to call her "mom" since our fitting began.

The rain stopped and all of Toronto went dry as if the rain didn't even happen.

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"I am so sorry" my uncle whispered as he walked me down the aisle.

"It's okay" I was still upset of their actions but they had their reasons. And very valid ones.

Rafael turned around and he almost took my breath away. He stood on top of the stairs and looked down at me with his green eyes. His black hair were combed back and not one strand was out of its place. His hair emphasized his sharp jaw and his high cheekbones.  The sight of him in a tuxedo made him appear like a real life prince. Just the looks anyway. He wasn't anything like a prince.