XVI. Preparations & Dinner.
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Preparations sprang into action the moment I broached the idea of hastening my wedding to Zephyr Caspian. My father's brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as he absorbed my proposal. The air was thick with unspoken thoughts, and after a moment that felt like an eternity, he nodded, his expression shifting to one of understanding as he recognized the determination etched on my face.
Without a word of hesitation, he summoned the butler, his voice steady yet commanding, and soon a flurry of servants filled the room, their footsteps echoing against the polished floor.
He began assigning specific, his voice resonating through the room as he delineated each responsibility. "You, prepare the guest list." He instructed one servant, who nodded obediently." And you, see to the arrangements for the venue. We need it ready within the week." Each command was met with a respectful nod and a bow of the head, their expressions a mix of diligence and anticipation as they hurried off to fulfill his directives.
I am currently seated on the elegant sofa in our living room, relishing the enveloping comfort and the soft, luxurious texture of the fabric as I lean back.
Patiently, I waited for the seamstress to finish her presentation of the stunning white, flowing wedding gowns. Resting my head upon my right arm, I watched intently as they unveiled each exquisite creation, their faces adorned with practiced smiles that spoke of professionalism and dedication.
"Your beauty will be enhanced even further if you choose to wear this exquisite white gown," the seamstress declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She gestured toward a gown that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, crafted from layers of ivory silk that cascaded like gentle waves. With deft hands, she lifted the fabric, allowing it to catch the light and reveal its intricate details. "Look at these delicate lace appliqués," she continued, her fingers tracing the ornate patterns that danced across the bodice. "Each stitch has been placed with care to create a masterpiece that tells a story of elegance and grace." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she pointed out the gown's high neckline, which framed the face beautifully. "And these voluminous sleeves," she added, lifting them gently as if demonstrating their potential to float gracefully around me. "They will ensure that all eyes are captivated by your otherworldly charm on your special day."
Not bad. The gown is gorgeous.
"It's acceptable, but could I suggest some modifications? Particularly. . ." My voice faded as I eyed the expansive skirt, its weight seemingly difficult to move around with. "The lower section. Simplify it, tailor it to better suit my figure." It's just too big and looks too heavy for my petite body.
"Of course, young miss. That can certainly be arranged."
She clasped her hands together, a gesture of determination and creativity, and turned to her two assistants, who stood ready at her side. "Please, if you would be so kind, remove the superfluous items from the area." She instructed, her tone both authoritative and encouraging.
The assistants nodded in unison, their expressions shifting to one of focused diligence. They moved swiftly through the room, gathering up excess fabrics and discarded samples that cluttered the space.
I remained seated on the couch, my expression one of sheer boredom.
Shortly after I made my selection from the sketches presented by the seamstress, the assistants departed promptly to commence the alterations, ensuring the dress would be tailored to my measurements.
. . . . .
The subsequent days were filled with a flurry of activity. It was quite hectic.
'Who knew weddings will be this. . . Arduous and. . . Very. . . time consuming. . .' I let out a sigh of relief as I slumped down on the comfortable couch in my quarters.
I have a lot of things to worry about.
Zephyr is already dealing with numerous issues, and it's quite astonishing that he actually agreed to marry me despite it being decided on a whim.
I do feel guilty that his problems seem to have increased tenfold because of this.
The wedding may not be as lavish as I had envisioned, but then again, marriage was never in my plans, especially when the idea of a lifetime filled with a man is so daunting to me.
Yuck.
Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.
The stalking incident has been resolved as well. All cameras were replaced, and security has been tightened a lot more.
Per orders by my father, I will be in charge of the manor as of today. While he may still act as the head, he will slowly give me tasks befitting of the heir.
Despite his kindness and affection, he remains silent about our family's activities. No matter how benevolent and caring our father may seem to be, we are still part of the mafia. Secrets and nefarious acts are often par for the course within the ranks of the most influential mafia families.
It's also a given that our family has already done quite a ton of illegal deeds.
That's how mafias are.
It's also so funny that I'm unhinged when it comes to seeing blood but having to kill with my own hands? I cannot do that.
Ironic right? I never bat an eye when others suffer in the hands of others, and I hesitate when it's time for me to do the deed.
Talk about being a goody two shoes.
Still, it's not like I actually did something bad in the entirety of my life. . . Yet. But whose to say that I will remain the same. I'm already showing signs of insanity and aggression.
Ring ring.
The sound of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. Tapping on the screen and sliding my fingers, I answered the call. "Hello?"
"Lucrezia."
My mood slightly lit up at the familiar voice. "Hey, Zephyr. What's up? It's unusual for you to call me first and you sound so gloomy at that, did something happen?"
"Nothing important really, just wondering if you want to go out on a date just for show."
"Oh? Don't tell me they're nagging you again about being cold and not caring for your fiancée, whatsoever." I jokingly stated. Pitying him at the same time for being caught up in that situation of being judged.
"They are and it's getting annoying, so would you pleaseeee go out with me? It's fine if you can't, I'm aware how busy you are preparing for our wedding."
"No. It's fine, I already rested and have too much free time to waste."
"Glad to hear it. I'll pick you up at 7:00 PM, prepare by then, okay? I already made us some reservation in Osteria Francescana."
The place is quite far from the manor, but I see no problem agreeing to his idea. "I see. Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Bye then."
I hanged up the call.
Once more, I found myself contemplating.
Several events had already happened quite fast that it felt like a dream. I went back home, I reclaimed the title of the heir and I'm now getting married to another heir.
I heaved a sigh. 'Oh well. . . I guess I'll have to dress up for the date.'
. . . . .
"I still can't believe we are going to be married." Zephyr sighed as he ate.
"Believe it then." Was my only nonchalant reply.
"C'mon you've been nothing but sarcastic towards me all day long." He whined and pouted.
"Stop being a big baby."
"How about stop being mean."
"No, thank you. I'm good." My hand reached for the wine glass, and I took a sip. "Besides, we only met again this evening, you're exaggerating things, Zephyr."
"I'm not though." He insisted.
"You're always overreacting."
He let out a sigh, "That's because I'm with you. You're like a dear friend to me now."
I raised a brow and gave him a side eye. Whilst taking a sip silently.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" I replied, keeping my tone nonchalant as I set my cup down.
"That." He gestured dramatically.
"You're going to have to elaborate more."
"You're looking at me like you're going to bury me alive!— Do you dislike the idea of being my friend that much?" He placed a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt.
"It's weird to call your fiancée a friend, especially in public places."
He shrugged, "Weird? I believe not. A married couple can be friends."
"Is that so?"
"Yes so." He retorted with a grin on his face.
Our playful exchange came to an abrupt halt when his phone suddenly rang. He answered it and said, "Oh, it's my mom. Do you mind if I take this call?"
"Do what you need to." Was my noncommittal reply as I redirected my focus to the meal before me.
"Hello, mom?" After a brief pause, "Yes, I'm with Lucrezia. We're doing well, thanks."
Initially, it was just a brief check-in on our well-being, until she urgently asked Zephyr to come home as soon as possible.
This left us both perplexed, but I simply shrugged and said to Zephyr, "Go ahead. I'll finish up here. You may go." Gesturing to the food on the table.
He shook his head in disapproval. "What? No. I can't just leave you here."
"Oh, sure you can. What's the worst thing that could happen to me here?" I raised a brow.
"Everything could go wrong, Lucrezia."
"Don't think so." I replied, popping a prawn into my mouth. I waved my hand dismissively, narrowing my eyes at him, signaling him to move along.
He let out a heavy sigh at my gesture. "Call someone to pick you up."
"I will."
He signaled the waiter to come over, his expression a mix of urgency and determination. With a quick nod, he handed over his card, paying for my meal in advance before turning on his heel and rushing outside.
Letting a sigh of relief. "Finally, some alone time." I muttered lowly with a grin.
I've been in urgent need for some alone time with no responsibilities placed on my shoulders. There's just so much going on right now and I don't want to go back to the manor with an empty stomach.
Therefore, I ate in peace.
Moments after finishing, I left. I did not call for our family driver to pick me up. I chose to commute instead.
The bus made its way through the bustling streets, halting at various blocks as passengers came and went. Finally, the bus came to a stop at a park. I'm uncertain of my exact location, but I am drawn to a bench overlooking a small pond, seeking tranquility. Consequently, I disembarked from the bus.
Though night had fallen, I have no problem going home late. I sighed softly, glancing around the dimly lit park. "Truly, where am I even?" I questioned to myself as I looked around, hoping to see a sign or a billboard that might give me an idea in which part of the city I am.
Not that I'm knowledgeable about these things. Heck, I didn't even know the route of the bus I had taken to get here.
After searching for a while, I spotted a sign reading "Parco. . . Huh?" I mumbled, peering at the sign smeared with red paint obscuring the rest of the text. With a puzzled expression, I thought to myself, 'On the bright side, it's definitely a park and not some arbitrary location.' With that, I shrugged it off and headed towards a bench near the pond.
Sitting on the bench, I gazed out over the tranquil pond, lost in thought.
I've never been this optimistic all my life. I always find reason to ruin my day if others won't do it for me. That's how bored I am.
'Phew. Some peace. . . And quiet. . .' I closed my eyes with a small smile on my face.
But that moment of peace was abruptly shattered.
Clank.
Something hit the back of my neck. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, and everything went black. Not giving me any time to react, no opportunity to call for help or chance to even to comprehend what was happening.