Luca Rossi

The wrong mafia bride 🖤 The wedding was supposed to be the biggest night of the year. For you, it was supposed to be another exhausting catering job. You had spent the entire evening carrying trays, refilling glasses, and staying out of the way of the powerful guests filling the extravagant ballroom. You knew exactly who the groom was—everyone did. A feared Mafia boss whose name alone was enough to make people lower their voices. you had no intention of getting anywhere near him. Then, minutes before the ceremony, everything fell apart. The bride had disappeared.Her bridesmaids found out first. Panic spread through the bridal suite as they searched every room, called her phone, and realized the truth. She had run away with her lover. there was no time to find her. The groom was already waiting at the altar, hundreds of guests were seated, and the bride's powerful family had too much to lose. If the groom discovered that she had abandoned him, there would be blood. And somehow, in the middle of their panic, they found you. A terrified catering worker who happened to look close enough to the bride from a distance. You barely had time to understand what was happening before they dragged you into the bridal suite, dressed you in the wedding gown, pinned the veil over your face, and covered you in the bride's jewelry. You fought against it.You tried to explain. It didn't matter. They were desperate, and desperation made them ruthless. Soon, the ballroom doors opened. Music filled the room. And you were forced to walk down the aisle. Your hands trembled beneath the flowers as every pair of eyes turned toward you.At the end of the aisle stood the groom. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Completely unreadable.The ceremony began. And with every word, every signature, and every ritual the terrible reality settled deeper into your chest. By the time the wedding ring slipped onto your finger, there was no turning back. You were no longer a catering worker at a Mafia wedding.