Mrs. Mafia [18+]

Mrs. Widow

•Arabella DiStefano•

Today is Apollo's funeral, but there won't be a body because it was badly burned due to a gasoline leak as a consequence of the accident. Viola's was last night in the residence with the DiStefano family.

It's been three days of which I haven't slept through and I barely eat, just enough for the baby. I'm in my room getting ready for the funeral to where I'm wearing an Alexander McQueen black layered double-breasted wool and silk-blend tulle dress, and a black leather over-the-knees boots. On my head there's a black wool-felt fedora, there are stud diamonds on my ears that I wore on my wedding and a thick silver chain around my neck with a heart locket that has an 'A' engraved on it.

Allegra's looking at me from the small living room, she's wearing a white dress; those were Apollo's instructions too and the casket at the funeral home will be empty since he left in capital letters that he wanted to be cremated so tonight he comes home with me in a stainless steel urn bathed in pure gold. Viola is already in a silver urn on the bookshelf since she loved books so much. I didn't let my father know about it since I don't want to hear his voice, ever again, if he hadn't faked an illness when I came back from my honeymoon Viola could've moved to our home sooner and at least one of them would be with me.

"How are you feeling?" Allegra asked for the millionth time today.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror "Like he is here with us."