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“And that's how we ended up in this situation...” James finishes telling the story, omitting some details so that the family wouldn’t hate him. Emily was shaking as she listened to her father confess that he had traded her fate for money. She asks, “Can't we sell the house?” “I'm afraid not, dear. I already have…” He swallows hard. “I bet the house’s deed too. We have nothing left.” “Heavens!” Shouts Erica Evans, his wife. She's furious, pacing back and forth with her high heels clicking the floor. “How can one man disappoint so much? First, you sleep with some servant, and I had to take care of a child that isn't mine. Then you spend all our money and our house on games? How can you be so irresponsible?!” “Don't talk like that...” James tries to argue. “Not only that! As if all that weren't enough, you want our daughter, our dear Emily, to marry a casino owner? A mobster?” “That wasn't my idea, Erica. He somehow became interested in her...” “Of course he would be interested in

Eleonor was in a dress super tight at the waist and loose at the skirt, with a square neckline and puffed sleeves, in a salmon color. An outfit that really highlights her slim body curves. All this preparation is because Reviello's Rep was coming to discuss the wedding stuff. Eleonor thinks it's an absurd to dress up for a man who won't even be her husband, but Erica insisted to her bastard daughter get into the dress and behave like a lady, as Emily is known. To prevent her family's plan from being discovered, Emily decided to take an afternoon at the mall. James didn't worry about his daughter spending a small fortune in the shops because everything was about to be resolved. All it takes is the supposed rep to arrive, take a good look at Eleonor, and present the terms of the marriage contract. That simple. She's alone in her room when she hears a knock on the door. Her father opens the door without waiting for an answer. He's got a guilty look on his face, like everything he's put

Eleonor is looking in the mirror, admiring the wedding dress that has been chosen for her. Erica and Emily have chosen all the details of the wedding, as well as the guests and even her dress. Despite not being able to decide a single flower arrangement, Eleonor looks stunning in that mermaid wedding dress. A long veil trailing on the floor is atop her bound hair. Delicate pearl jewelry adorns her ears and neck. And a soft make-up on her face highlights the beauty of her eyes that seemed more valuable than those jewels. Unfortunately, this was not the glow expected in a bride's eyes. They were tears that threatened to mess up the make-up. A sadness that could be attested to by anyone who looked close enough. She's alone in her dressing room. Erica and Emily are too busy arranging all the guests in their proper places. The church is full. Over two hundred guests are present. Many of them, Eleonor was not even acquaintance. The Evans family took this opportunity to prove that the 'rum

Asher knocks twice on the door. Quickly, a deep and slightly husky voice gives him permission to come in. He opens it quietly. The night is silent, and a full moon adorns the bright sky. Sitting near the window, Mr. Reviello is staring at the horizon with a glass of scotch in hand. The floaty breeze sways his dark hair. The white shirt on is crumpled, with four buttons open in the chest. His expression remains indecipherable, as do his empty hazel eyes. Asher closes the door behind him and walks across the room. Reviello has not looked at Asher yet. “Shouldn't you be enjoying the party?” Reviello asks, without taking his eyes off the city lights. “You should be there... it cost me a small fortune, after all.” “Giovanni...” Asher sighs. “You know your family won't like to hear that you suddenly got married and didn't call them to the ceremony. Especially when it comes to a bride they didn't choose.” “What makes you think I care what they think, Asher?” Giovanni Reviello finally se

The plane is landing at the airport in Florence as the sun sets. The city lights are already starting to come on, which will make the capital of Italy's Tuscan region even more beautiful. As they drive through the streets of the city, Eleonor sees the buildings with Renaissance architecture and is amazed by the scenery. The city is incredibly beautiful. The historic buildings are truly impressive. Something in her chest warms up when she sees the Cathedral Santa Maria del Fiore. She has never seen a church as beautiful as that. There is no doubt that it's the most beautiful place ever. Eventually, her eyes find the Palazzo Vecchio. And as the car approaches the streets, she also sees the Ponte Vecchio and the Arno River, which are reflecting the shades of the sunset in their waters. Indeed, a breathtaking place. Before long, the tourist part is left behind. They move on to a higher and distant part of town, where they find a more wooded area with trees and flowers that look like aut