You were the head bridesmaid.

Your sister was finally getting married but it was no normal wedding

It was a mafia one.

You stood at the bar in your baby blue bridesmaid dress at the after party thinking about how you were probably next

“I heard you are to be my bride” came a low dark voice behind you, Charles.

He was the head of the Monaco mafia and a rather cold cruel man, the complete opposite of your quiet nature