Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4 

ENZO BARONE

I'm not nervous. No, I'm just anxious. I and Bella will be married in no less than two hours. How will this turn out? 

I haven't seen her in years. I just remember a slight reflection of our last meeting with her in a white frock with sunflowers. Her hair was styled in cute small braids. 

We don't even have the same taste for muffins; I don't know how we're going to make this work. We're bound by the contract to get married and stay married, but we're two fucking opposites. How we'll manage to live a life.

The only thing I know about her present is that she was sent away by her father to keep her aside from the family business and affairs for a long time. She never had a say in any of the doings. She never had blood on her hands, and here I am. She doesn't belong in my world and I certainly don't belong in her strawberry muffins world.

Why the fuck am I caring for muffins now?

Ahhh!! I was a mess right now, and no one was by my side to coax me. I miss my mother again today.

After her death, my Papa was more than the lovely father I used to have. He vents all his anger and agony on me. And if this is what happens when you lose someone you love so much, then I don't want to love anyone. 

Marriage was never in my plans, and now, suddenly wearing a black suit for my wedding and pacing towards the church, all I could think was about how the fuck our grandfathers could think of such a thing. 

“They're ready for you, son!”, my dad says as he enters the room. 

He's dressed nicely as me but the only thing that adds to my attire is my nervous face and anxious state. 

“There has to be a way out of it!”, I hissed. 

“ This was your grandfather's will. We have to respect his last wishes!”, he simply tries to convince me. 

“ I don't even know the girl, and I haven't seen her ever!” I kept protesting.

“You used to love her, Enzo!”, he blurted.

“No! I never loved her!” this can't be. 

“ I still remember the day when you came back home after meeting her and how you were mesmerized by her cute dimples and puffy cheeks!” he laughed.

“We were kids, and I never loved her Dad!” I won't agree to any of this.

“ At least she is beautiful. I've seen her son!”

“Go easy on her and yourself. Maybe this marriage brings out something good and benefits both of you. Look at the shiny side of the coin!” he explains to me wholeheartedly.

“You were the one to insert the hatred for Marinos in me. And Dad beautiful things can be rotten inside. So don't make a love fool out of me!”, I huffed sarcastically.

He just cups my cheeks and kisses my forehead.

“Good luck, My son!” he simply put an end to the conversation.

The last kiss from him was at my mother's funeral, and his kiss reminds me of my mother some more.

“Thanks!” I mutter and walk to the altar, where the priest is waiting for me. I see both Barones and Marinos sitting sideways. I'm going to need a lot of luck to get through this