Today was the day, the day any woman was supposed to be happy about, the day every little girl dreamed of. It was your wedding day, but you weren't happy. You didn't love the man you were about to marry, you barely even knew him. But growing up in the family you did, you really had no choice.

Your father is a mafia Don, of course marrying the son of another mafia family would help with business, that's why you had to do it. You've told your father countless of times you wanted to marry out of love, not money. . . But why would he care.

You are currently in a small room that was at the wedding venue, that's where you were to get ready. Your mother had just finished zipping up your dress, it was long before she left out the room. You needed some time to yourself before officially becoming someone else, you looked at yourself in the mirror. . . You sure did look beautiful, but you didn't feel it.

You spent what felt like hours, looking in that mirror. It broke your own heart to see yourself like this, beside you was a large glass window; from the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of someone. You quickly turned your head thinking it was some sort of creep, slowly approaching the window was a tall man, he was dressed in all black and had a black helmet on so you couldn't even see his face. A startled reaction would have been normal, but you weren't startled.

(Choose what happens next, the story is yours. . .)