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Alora
Istaredinthe mirror of the vanity Nick had brought in the room for me, fixing my make-up. I heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” I turned to see Nick walk in.
He looked at me and laughed. “Your dad is going to lose it when he sees that dress.”
“Good!” I spat. “It is much more of a funeral than a wedding.” I stood up and spun around. “So how do I look?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “You still look great.” He walked over and pulled me into a hug. “I will be right there if you need anything. As the unofficial official maid of honor, I am ready to fulfill my duties. Fix your hair, get whatever you need, kill the groom.”
“You’d do that for me?” I put my hand to my chest.
“You know I would.”
“Alora, they have arrived,” Marco stopped and sighed.
“What? You don't like my wedding dress?”
“Seriously kid? Gabriele is going to be pissed and I am going to have to do damage control.”
“Yeah well, I am being forced into a marriage because I am a woman!”
He walked over, gripping my shoulders. “I know it’s not fair, I am sure you hoped you’d someday find a guy and fall in love.”
I laughed. “Love, yeah right. Love doesn't exist in our world. That is one lesson I have learned very well.”
“They’re ready in the other room. It’s almost time.” He spoke.
“Okay.” He turned to leave Nick behind him. “Nick?”
He stopped and turned back, “Yeah?”
“You're ready for after the ceremony, right? You won't let me down?”
He nodded. “Yes, it is cued and ready to go.”
I smiled and sat back down, checking my makeup again. A small laugh escaped my lips. I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt sad. It was my wedding day, and even though it was fake, I was marrying the enemy. I wished my mom was there. I shook my head and took a deep breath.
The lady dad hired to get the wedding pulled off in two weeks walked in from outside. “You ready?”
I nodded and picked up the bouquet, making my way out the door. Dad was standing there waiting, he took one look at me and rushed over. “Alora, are you kidding me right now? What the hell are you wearing?”
I looked down at myself, then up at him. “What, you don't like my wedding dress?”
“You are unbelievable. We will talk about this later.” He held his arm out. I took it, satisfaction waving through me.
The wedding March started and we made our way towards the aisle. I couldn't wait to see the look on my future husband's face when he saw me in a black dress. I hoped he would be pissed. We got to the end of the aisle and gasps sprung from all around us. I looked down at my dress laughing to myself. I looked up and into his eyes. Much to my surprise, he looked like he was about to burst at the seams. Too bad, that was not the reaction I was going for. I scanned and looked at his brother, who had a wide smirk on his face. Hmm, they are surprising. I gazed back at Luka, his eyes on me, a big smile on his face as he looked me up and down.
“Who gives this woman away?” The preacher asked.
“I do,” Dad said.
Luka stepped forward and grabbed my hand from dad. I looked down at the bouquet in my hand, not sure what to do with it. No bridesmaids, I hadn't even thought of that. I could feel my face start to blush. I heard Luka chuckle, as he took it from my hand and gave it to his brother. He grabbed my hands in his, bringing me up in front of him. He did look good in a tux, as did his brother. I will say the Rossi men were handsome, even their dad with a full head of gray hair looked good in his tux.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lives and two families. If anyone thinks these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I turned and looked at Nick, who just gave me a grin. I shrugged and turned back to Luka, a big smile on his face. “Luka, repeat after me.” The preacher said.
Luka looked at me, repeating word for word. “I, Luka Rossi, take you, Alora Volante, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
“Alora,” the preacher continued, “repeat after me.”
