Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 4

Sofia’s POV

“Remember to smile once he unveils your face, hm?” Father said as he handed me a bunch of blue flowers which were as big as the dress I was currently in.

“Yes, father.” I replied with my heart racing uncontrollably, I was going to be walking down the aisle in a few minutes time with my father and I was about to have a panic attack to my utmost horror.

“I am going to miss you so much, Sofia.” Father continued as he pulled my veil over my face, I would have quietly snorted at his words had I not been silently trying to fight the panic attack back.

Father stepped out of the car and held his hand out for me but I hesitated, afraid my legs was going to give out on me if I dare stand up.

“What are you doing, Sofia? We’re going to be called in a minute.” Father demanded impatiently and I tried really hard to push the dizzy feeling back but it was only getting more intense and threatening to pull me under its waves.

“Can you get me water please?” I whispered and father cursed angrily before walking off and returned with a bottle of water almost immediately. I sipped the water and dragged in deep breaths, echoing the same words in my head continuously.

‘You’ve got this, Sofia’

I slipped my hand in father’s and was out of the car instantly. Father didn’t looked happy but couldn’t do a thing about it like hit me or scream at me since we had an audience, he only squeezed my hand harder than necessary for a few seconds while glaring at me before relaxing his hold and wearing a smile on his face as the paparazzi surrounded us and started clicking away.

The guards were around us in a instant, pushing the paparazzi away from us and leading us into tip of the hall before standing at the doorway to keep the paparazzi away.

...and there goes my first kiss.

My heart was beating loudly and my lips felt tingly, I wanted to wipe the feeling off with the back of my palm but couldn’t since we were before a huge crowd, and I wouldn’t dare ruin my makeup. Luca took my hand in his and turned around to face the crowd- and the cheers went up even more.

I caught sight of my brother who was standing beside father on the front row of the crowd, a scowl on his face with his hands at his sides. I puffed out a breath and focused on the fact that Luca was leading me down the aisle this time- as his wife.

I was legally married to Luca Ricci.

My name was no longer 'Sofia Giuliani' anymore. It was now automatically 'Sofia Ricci'.