The Second Ceremony

Marcello Salvatore

I have no words to express or control my emotions. I finally married the girl whose kept all my thoughts around her. Never in my cold dark life, did I expect an angel to fall right on me. While taking our vows, I promised myself that I would cherish her to the end of the world. I would make sure to give her a comfortable life.

Our family was on the way to go to the second ceremony destination. This is not like the previous ancient church, where we had our White Wedding. Isabella is travelling in an another car with her parents and also, Isabella isn't supposed to stay with me or live with me until the final ceremony according to the Mafia laws, where we pledge our loyalty and trust in this relationship.

We reached the church and I could already see many of our business associates already forming small guilds and talking to each other. "Che palle! Such money hungry bastards!" I thought while I got down from the car and waited for my wife, yes wife. We had to walk hand in hand to the alter and start the evening with our first dance. I'm so excited to meet her, cause I selected the gown she was supposed to wear now.

{Che palle! - 'What balls!' is what the actual expression means. I'm not sure about how to put it in english.Let's keep - What a pain!}

Finally, my bride is here. She looked so breathtaking in that gown along with her long hair in a messy bun. Damn! I love her hair! It looks so magical like a black angelic waterfall. When her blue eyes met mine, I lost it. "Che bello!" {How beautiful!} I muttered under my breath.

I extended my hand for her to accept it. "Così bella è la mia Bella." {So pretty my Bella is} I told. She took some time figuring what I told, but when she did, she blushed like the cherries on top of our wedding cake.

We went to the altar and we showed our rings to the crowd. All them cheered giving their complete attention to us. Then, as per the flow, I kissed Isabella three consecutive times without giving her a chance to suck some air. When I was done, she was all red and her chest was panting due to the lack of air in her system. My naive little wife! I thought.

We went down to cut a piece of our first wedding cake of the day. I fed her a tiny piece and from the same piece, she fed me back. The cake was then passed to the helpers present on the venue to cut and distribute among the guests.

We then, had the second first dance of the day to the song which was selected by my wife. I held her close to myself with my cold hands on her bare back.

We finished our first dance, and all the other couples started following us and they began to dance on the floor with us.

We had a beautiful ceremony and the day came to an end. By half past eleven, all the guests left and both our families headed to our respective private jets to go to my homeland, Italy, where the last and the most valid official ceremony would be held after a week. it's so long! Then Isabella would be my offical wife and the Queen of the Italian Mafia. We would exchange our rings again, but these rings will be our official Wedding rings because it was a tradition passed down in my family, retake our Vows again with the official Italian priest and Isabella would be crowned as the new Queen. The rings currently on our hands would be considered as our engagement rings. Until then, I and Isabella don't get to start of newly married life.