Sold to Mr. Giordano

Arielle

Today is the day of Arabella and Luca’s wedding. As Matron of Honor I got to her parents mansion early to help the bride get ready. Arabella isn’t how I thought she would be. I thought I would have to deal with a screaming, sobbing, depressed bride, but in fact she was cheery.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

It didn’t feel as genuine, but there were no traces of her sadness either.

Her dress arrived in time, custom made in the color Luca seemed fit for her. I think I love the off-white color than I do the boring pristine white. Arabella looks absolutely beautiful in the gown and the tiara and veil only add to her appeal. Her shiny dark hair is curled loosely and left in big waves. Her dark lashes complimented her eyes well as she sports gold eyeshadow and deep red lipstick.

She’s too gorgeous and too beautiful of a person to marry someone as bitter and soulless as my brother.

“At least he’s not ugly,” she gives me a look that makes my heart swell with pity. I remember then, she had once said something similar to me before I married Antonio 

“At least he’s not fat and ugly.” She had said to me.

 “Or fat,” I rely to her.

That causes Arabella to crack a smile and chuckle. “Thank you,” she wraps her arms around me and squeezes. “Thank you for being my friend.”

“Now we’re sisters,” I say trying my hardest to look on the bright side. “I’ll come visit you as much as I can.”

“Same here. Maybe Luca will get sick of me and send me away and I’ll spend my summers in Chicago,” she shrugs. “I mean a girl can hope, right?”

“Here’s to hoping he’ll send you away to us,” I pour us both a glass of champagne and toast.

“And here’s to becoming sisters. At least that’s something to celebrate today.”

“Cheers,” I raise my glass and take a long sip.