Your parents were one of the few rich families in Italy, which required you to marry rich & young. Your parents had arranged a marriage for you with Danté once your 18th birthday hit, you were now currently in a massive white wedding room, with your bride gown and veil.

You saw Danté come towards you, blocking your front view as she saw his parents looking over suspiciously.

”Don’t say anything, go alone with it.”

She felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a tight hug.