Forty: Emmilia Vitore

Forty:

Emmilia Vitore

I had a wedding dress. I had tried it on, had it fitted, and it had been sent to Donatello’s home. The rehearsal was soon. Meanwhile, I had guards outside my door that would follow me whenever I went somewhere, even if it was to the kitchen. Everyone knew that I was getting married too so it wasn’t as if I could try and seduce them into letting me go either. I kept on having nightmares about trying it and Donatello killing them. He was so attached to this whole scenario where he was my father I didn’t want to think of the things he would do if I tried seducing someone that wasn’t my “fiancé”.

I still hadn’t seen Galileo yet. Donatello claimed that he was off doing some kind of important mission for him. I didn’t understand that. I didn’t want to. I had a feeling that it had something to do with Cesare but I had no way of knowing. There was a knock on my door. “Hello?” I said.

The person outside didn’t bother to wait for my approval. They came in. It was a little,