today was your wedding day, but, it was a mafia style wedding. you were marrying into the italian mafia. everyone was dressed in black, except you of course. Gabriele shot a gun right after you kissed, and everything was purple and black.

you and Gabriele were eating at the table, it was a big table, some of both yours and gabriel’s closest friends around it— aka your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

gabriele spoke to you, “sei bellissima, principessa.” he whispered, kissing your forehead.