Love story with a mafia

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my beautiful hairstyle and princess-like gown. The dress was voluminous, adorned with lace and gemstones. The crystals sparkled like mermaid scales. A stunning tiara rested on m

at this woman had been watching over me for ten years, but I tried not to dwe

at to change now. I suspected many women would be immensely happy on their wedding day, but I was not one of t

Sister Maria appeared at the door of my room, and I swallowed hard upon seeing her.

ut I hoped my life would at least be happy

ck, my d

w what fate had in store for me. She waved and then disappeared. Once I could no longer see the

ng more intensely. I braced myself as best I co

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expression. I was scared, but I ended up

gan to laugh. I grimaced at h

when you see hi

hout question was a motto I had learned at the conv

ed toward the door and wai

the gentleman waiting w

nt. I took in every detail of the columns and arches, knowing it would be the last time I saw them. In terms of

hy there were so many vehicles when we could easily fit into one. But having bee

g across the seat. When she got in the front and took the passenger seat, I assumed it was to give

ate to see the world, even if it was limited to a few streets in Rome. As soon as we left Vatican City, my heart raced in my chest. I saw people different from those I was used to-tourists taking

ling what the novices said I might find online. I sighed, resting my head against the glass. F

ounded us; it seemed difficult to escape, and the man driving was grumbling at Antonella, as he should be. I glanced at the sidewalk just

way like a feather in the wind. Maybe I could run away, maybe I could escape. If I couldn't, I would find myself mar

my body. With a shove, it swung open, and I tumbled out. I

oor!" By the time Antonella finished speaking,

r, looking furious and huffing like a bull. As she took a step to run toward me, a motorcycle zoomed past her, honking and nearly knocking her over. Noticing the other doors of the car opening, I didn't just stand there waiting

swept over a fruit stand, sending

etended not to hear them. I didn't stop running. Turning the corner, I tasted freedom and

gh to make me stop. I dropped my shoes on the g

men accompanying her were running faster than she was. I had to pick up the pace or risk being caught. At that moment, I realized

ut I refused to let that slow me down. I would

s dress behind. I was grateful the gown was lighter now, but I hated leaving a trail of scraps behind me. I remembered hearing the

me to the church like this. I dashed across a busy avenue, cars swerving to avoid me, but one nearly ran me over. Amid all the adrenalin

did. I paused for a few seconds, resting my hands on my knees. I breathed in deep

heard some

the street, waving her hand and encouraging me to come over. I knew I shouldn't trust her; I didn't know anything or anyone beyond th

treet and appro

asked as soon as I st

I gasped, my voice hoars