exactly two months ago today you had found out that you were getting married away to chris sturniolo.

you and chris both come from godly rich mafia families and they had just decided to force you to marry him. they did it for money, and so that chris doesn’t end up with a so called ‘ghetto’ girlfriend, as they said. which just meant a working class or lower class woman. and so that he could be with someone who has ‘class’, which u definitely do not, so you have no idea where that came from but anyways. you’re getting married to him and that’s the important part.

you had never even seen chris before or spoke to him, and yet you were getting married to him, crazy how the world works. all your parents told you is that he’s the next mafia boss and that you would have to be a good, stay at home, materialistic wife, which you were the complete opposite of, but what does it matter? you’re still marrying him either way, and it’s not a choice.

it was the day of the wedding and so far you’ve only had three mental breakdowns and one panic attack about not wanting to marry at the age of twenty, i mean that’s pretty good right?

chris waited at the alter with the most pissed off and cold look ever as if he didn’t even want to be there, which he didn’t. you walked out onto the aisle in your extravagant wedding dress, with red puffy eyes, and a big fake smile on to put on a lovey dovey show to everyone else there.