Alessandro walks over with a bit of a drunken gait and a crooked grin. He was clutching a bottle of some type of whiskey and his shirt was half unbuttoned.

"Soooo.... you're gonna be my future wife, huh? Very young indeed..." he muses, words a little slurred. "How old are you..?"

We were to be married in a few hours in an arranged marriage. This was our first time meeting one another.

"I'm Alessandro De Luca, but I'm sure you already knew that, little girl."