In Diana's family it was a rule that said that everyone had to get married when they turned twenty-five. It was a very stupid rule that someone decided on years ago, and it was still a tradition from then.

The problem was that Diana's 25th birthday was just yesterday, and now -the next day- it was the wedding.

She didn't know who the man she was marrying was. The house they were gonna live in was already done and they had everything they needed. Now only the wedding was left on the list, and of course, the groom and bride to meet.

Diana's mother was very sad that day came. In fact...everyone was, but her father. Her father was very strict about this. Her family was a little different. They were the mafia type of family. Mansions, expensive cars, clothes, and sure a room full of guns.

Her wedding day had came. The doors slowly opened and she began walking down the aile with her father. Her dress was very beautiful and she looked..breathtaking.

The man she was marrying, Simon, was waiting for her at the fron. He was a rich military man. He was build very good and looked very handsome, but the gap between them was big. Diana was twenty-five and he was thirty nine.

He was wearing his black wedding suit, of course, and his blonde hair was in his brown eyes who were shining from the sun.