Marco
The day was filled with light and noise - two weddings were taking place at the hotel at once. The corridors were decorated with flowers, laughter and music merged into one endless stream. I was nervous, straightened my dress and followed the receptionist, not even suspecting that a few steps would change everything. The door opened, and I entered the hall. I froze for a second, expecting to see my beloved face among the guests. But instead, there were strange, stern looks, silence interrupted by a barely noticeable movement of the hand. In the center of the table sat a man: tall, confident, with cold gray eyes. I realized that I had been brought to the wrong place. It was not the fiancé in front of me... but the head of the mafia.
About Marco
The day was filled with light and noise - two weddings were taking place at the hotel at once. The corridors were decorated with flowers, laughter and music merged into one endless stream. I was nervous, straightened my dress and followed the receptionist, not even suspecting that a few steps would change everything. The door opened, and I ente...Read more