Five Star Hotel

40. The End

I'm going to post this everywhere because Grace Reagal aka 12amwriting is a beautiful goddess who's going to write my college essays for me (she has one more left) BUT SHES ALSO GETTING PUBLISHED!!!!! Since I'm broke and can't buy a million copies of "The Italian Mafia's Daughter Meets The Russian Mafia's Son" you guys should read her preview chapters and if you love it help me get her book to BLOW UP!! I'm talking about book reads and signings and like the best seller lists... I think I might be more excited than she is...

I'd dedicate this chapter to you, momma noodle (did I do that right?) but I don't know how to so I'm just gonna tag you a bunch of times

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I prob will never be this nice to you in real life b!tch so enjoy it on Wattpad <3

K, now you guys can read the ending that took me over a year to write but still isn't much better than the original *facepalm/crying emoji*

Sorry for any lack of details but I mean, it did take me over a year to write this (pathetic) and it's long affff, like double what most chapters are. I think the length is what made the app I use for spelling and grammar to glitch so there might be some mistakes 😊

One night my mom called me completely out of the blue, claiming to have really big news. "Can you just tell me already." I sighed, tired of listening to her nervous ramble.

I was usually the nervous one around her, especially after Angela's funeral. Dante kept reassuring me that it wasn't my fault, and that I shouldn't worry too much. Silvio's police came up with a bogus story that explained what had happened.

"I'm getting married."

"Married?" I choked on my sandwich.

"Yes, you remember Andrew. You said you liked him."

I said I liked him in an effort to be polite, but in reality I had no opinion on the man. We had only seen each other a couple of times at big family gatherings where we would exchange no more than a few sentences, so I wasn't sure how to react.

"Oh. Well, congratulations!" It sounded like a question.

Dante sat next to me with a curious look on his face while he wiped up the pieces of sandwich that I had choked on.

"This is good. It's really good."

"Well, I'm glad." It was about time she found someone who made her happy because more than half of the men she met online were the very definition of trash.

When I told Dante about the wedding he laughed and laughed and laughed.

"Really? She actually found someone who wants to marry her."