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a's
k strands flow over my shoulder, shimmering in
I knew that it was more than just my hair that made me special. She would often taunt me on why men wouldn't look in her d
class model. Sometimes, I wished I had all her features, maybe just maybe, I wouldn't be forced to marry
was to marry. I remembered how my father said those words; 'you are to marry Mr. Marino's son, Matteo'. There was a break in hi
occurred to me there and then it was all his plan to expose more than half of me to Matteo tonight. Ro
the children section?". She
I laugh during dinner". I said
isn't known for his
vingly, pushed a few strands of my hair away from my face. Rosalie was my favor
to look if it was occupied. She didn't care to look if I was armed. After the scenerio, she turned to me and smiled. I remember her first words being; "you taking a shit?". I was embarra
tly making sure not to smear the r
e has two hor
e?". She replied with a s
lar for his atrocious behavior. And now, I had to look forward to this dinner with the Marinos; My father's poor attempt of making me and Matteo meet before the wedding which was a few days f
arrying Matteo?". I asked Rosalie wh
g thousands".
ou thi
have huge monstrous horns or claws or a tail. He's a man. A real man. You can make the best of this, Aria. I kno
ed, Rosali
s your make up
ast que
cking out my concealer and blush f
ng shattering sound made from the concealer dropping on the floo
m to love you
hing from this". I r
t man to fall for you after his wife?
to catch my breath. Turning away from Rosalie, I caught
s and what I could make out of her streak of talking were; I'll kill him if he hurts you. I smiled at her and
ere soon" I didn't think so. I hoped in my little head that he bailed on us all. I hoped never to see him but they looked happy. Marino and my father, Barone. They looked happy to trap us together in a marriage none of us wanted. What if he wanted this? I couldn't help but think.
ate". He looked at me with disdain in his eyes. "Maybe no
Kate". My father said,
never bring myself to forget the incident that took place that night at our home back in the states. My mother, on
I felt worthless. For the first time in thirty minutes of our dinner, I didn't hear the men speak. I raised my head and I saw their eyes directly on me. W
ht, honey". I
and a crowded mind. I forced a smile, pulled m
ix it before Matteo gets here". Tha
friend. She rubbed her eyes and yawned a little. She was asleep. I woke her but I didn't care. I dropped