Chapter 3


    Sofia’s POV


    The housekeeper brought me breakfast the next morning which made me assume father wasn’t as


    angry with me as he wasst night. I told her I wasn’t hungry and she returned the breakfast tray back


    downstairs, leaving me to myself once again. I wasn’t hungry since I ate a bit of the snacks Angelo left


    mest night, the rest was currently in my closet since I wasn’t feeling hungry one bit.


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    I closed the book I’ve been trying to read to no avail out of frustration and sat up on my bed, staring at


    the rack of gold and silver medals which I had won throughout high school in the far end of my room.


    Father thought medals were not as important as award cups, which means the medals I won while


    growing up stayed in my room, while the award cups I won got ced in his office.


    I let my mind wander aimlessly like it has been wanting to do since the moment I woke up from the


    thirty minutes sleep I managed to catch after staying up and talking with my brother from ten pm to two


    am, and then lying awake and just thinking how doomed I was from two am to six am in the morning.


    The sound of my door getting pushed open made me jolt and dart a fearful gaze at the doorway, my


    mother’s familiar frame filled the doorway and I got off the bed instantly, “Good morning, mother.” I


    mumbled quietly as respectfully as I could before sliding back on my bed.


    “Did you sleep well, Sofia?” She asked and I almost rolled my eyes in irritation.


    “Yes, I did.” I replied, wondering what it was that has made her take some minutes from her precious


    time toe all the way to my room.


    “The housekeeper reported that you refused to eat this morning,” She continued, still standing in the


    doorway like a stranger that she was in my life.


    “I wasn’t hungry.”


    “Your father wouldn’t be happy when he hears,” She continued and I remained silent, staring at my


    fingersying motionless on my thighs.


    “I came to inform you about some important ns concerning your wedding.”


    My head snapped up the moment the words left her mouth.


    “You’d be going to the designer’s lounge in a few hours time to pick a dress, shoes and flowers. Your


    aunt Gianna would be going with you.” She continued and I swallowed emptily, feeling my heart sink


    into my stomach again, what was I hoping she’d say anyways? For her to inform me the wedding


    wouldn’t be hoping anymore?


    “Yes mother,” I acknowledged, thankful she wouldn’t being with me, perhaps I’d be able to pick a


    dress of my own choice at least.


    ******


    “What do you mean I can’t pick that dress?” I demanded of the two women working at the Designer’s


    lounge. I had fallen in love with the dress the moment I set my eyes on it, it was small and almost


    resembled a regr, white dress, it was short sleeved with flower prints all over the re of the dress, it


    was simple looking and would hopefully allow me blend in with the bride maids and decorations at


    least. I wanted little to no attention on


    me during the wedding and this dress was going to help a long way... that was until the owners of the


    lounge had killed that thought immediately with their next words.


    “I’m so sorry Miss Giuliani but we’ve been given orders as to a particr style you can pick from, if


    you’d kindly allow me, I’ll show you to them.” The woman who had weed my aunt and I into the


    lounge said smoothly with quirk of her lips, a list of what I was going to need for my wedding sped in


    her right hand.


    “Why can’t I pick what I want? It’s my own wedding not yours.” I argued, scowling at the women whose


    stance almost appeared as if bored of the drama I was putting up.


    “We received strict orders from your mother, Miss Giuliani and there’s nothing we can do about it,” The


    spokesman of the two women replied smoothly and I nced at father’s youngest sister who has been


    quiet throughout the whole outburst, “Why can’t I pick what I want, Aunt Gianna? Tell them that’s the


    one I want.”


    “Your mother wants you to pick something else, Sofia, they are way better than what you picked out


    here.” Aunt Gianna replied and I huffed out a resigned sigh, my hopes about me getting a dress of my


    choice disappearing into thin air. I followed the women deeper into the lounge until we arrived at arge


    room housingrge, sparkling looking dresses with thousands ofyers and diamonds.


    “If you’d pick any one of your choice, miss Giuliani, we’d get to the measurements part as soon as we


    can.” The woman announced while waving her hand around the whole room. It was pointless of me to


    try searching for a small dress when everything here were the same size and almost the same style.


    “I’d go with anyone you feel like,” I replied, feeling emotional drained all over again. I just wanted to get


    it over with at this point.


    “Perfect.” The woman nodded her head and with the assistance of two more women, they managed to


    pull off one of the huge dress off the mannequin. Thirty minutester, I was in the dress, in the


    changing room filled with a floor length mirror on a part of the wall.


    The dress hugged my waist snugly but was slipping off my chest a little due to the cups being a bit


    bigger than my breasts, other than that, it was perfectly fine in everyone’s eyes. It was armless and


    transparent in the waist’s area. Tiny sparkling stones were used to form different intricate designs on


    the transparent part of the dress, while the re got designed with bigger stones.


    All in all, it was a really beautiful dress, a dress meant to make everyone’s head turn, a dress meant to


    steal the full attention of the groom, a dress made to create a dramatic entrance, a dress that was


    made for the spotlight, all of which I was trying to avoid from the very start.


    I breathed out a small sigh as I took in my appearance in the mirror, I couldn’t deny the fact that I


    looked good in the dress.


    I hate my life.


    ******


    The days came and went by in a blur, making me dread the wedding day as it got nearer. I barely saw


    father throughout the week except at dinner once and we’d barely exchanged a few words. I spent


    most night talking to my younger brother, trying my very best to treasure every moment spent with him.


    He had apanied me to get my hair and nails done while the guards hovered around as usual, I


    was already used to doing almost everything with them breathing down my neck at this point.


    A day to the wedding, mother has apanied me to get my whole body waxed after a quick


    breakfast, we didn’t speak to each other until she asked if I was hungry at a point, which I wasn’t and


    that was it.


    I was sitting beside my window that evening, looking up advices for a virgin having sex for the first time


    on myptop, my mother and I never talked about anything personal and the only time this topic has


    been mentioned to me was in school during studies and that’s that.


    Different options came forth, all of which revolved around the girl being extrafortable to begin with


    around the man- something I definitely wasn’t around Luca... heck, I haven’t been officially introduced


    to him, I had no idea what he looked like up close except for a few times that I’ve seen him during


    some gatherings. Another option was lube for much needed lubrication, an option I knew was out of the


    question.


    With a resigned sigh, I closed theptop and leaned my head against the cold wall, there was so many


    emotions running through my head. I blinked once before squeezing my eyes tight. I’ve shed a lot of


    tears since I got told I was getting married to


    Luca to the extent of my eyes running out of extra tears.


    This time tomorrow I was going to be sitting beside my husband while everyone wined and dined


    around me, then an hourter we were going to head to his house where he was going to...


    I breathed out another sigh and forced my eyes open, refusing toplete the thought in my head. My


    clothes have already been packed by the house helps, I had no idea what was packed and what


    wasn’t, mother supervised it so I was sure all what I was going to need was going to be in it.


    Father said I couldn’t take any of my books since apparently a wife wasn’t supposed to be wasting time


    away by reading stupid books.


    I pushed away from the floor and made my way towards my adjoining bathroom, I stood before my


    mirror and stared at my reflection, my hair was done high on my head to hold the tiara and veil tightly,


    the skincare I had received today made my face glow, but my eyes looked empty and sunken.


    I cleaned my teeth and headed back into my room, sliding beneath my covers and hugging to my


    chest, my favorite book which I had reread a countless times since I knew I wouldn’t be seeing it again


    after tonight.


    It was going to be a long day tomorrow and the makeup artist and designers were going to be here by


    seven. With that in mind, I fell into a dreamless sleep with tears clinging to my curly eyshes.