Sofia
The garden looked beautiful and there were bright, hanging lights everywhere. Everyone was dressed in expensive looking suits and dresses, their eyes watching us carefully as we walked through the large brown doors leading outside.
Suddenly I feel Connors hand let go of mine as he walks up to a group of men to talk to, one of them being the blonde man I saw earlier this week.
I walk up to get some water to relieve my dry throat and as I drink the cool liquid I move my eyes up from behind my glass to where Connor was standing, his tall frame towering over the other men he was speaking too.
His eyes trail over to mine, almost as if he knew exactly where I was all along and I quickly turn around, holding onto my glass of water tightly as I feel his burning gaze on me.
Sighing I look around the party not really knowing what to do. I didn't know most of these people and Connor had already left me despite it being our engagement party.
And of course, I suddenly had to see the one person I didn't want to talk to most.
I take in a deep breath when I see my mama walk up to me, a dirty smile on her face. Anastasia walks closely behind mama, dressed in a beautiful pink dress that hugged her body. Papa was nowhere in sight, probably busy at another one of his meetings.
" Sofia! I see you've already changed into his little slut haven't you?" My mama sneers, looking me up and down. A quiet laugh comes from Anastasia and I just give them a small smile so people didn't think we hated each other.
" Did your fiancé already ditch you? I'm not surprised." Anastasia scoffs as she looks me up and down.
" H..He's just talking to some people." I say, looking behind my mama to where Connor was. His jaw was clenched as he spoke to a plump, old short man in front of him, the blonde man now gone.
What was he so mad about?
" Who the fuck are you two?" I hear a questioning voice behind me, and turn my head to see the blonde man's name that I suddenly remembered to be Matteo.
Matteo wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to him, looking down at me with a sly smile and suddenly throwing a middle finger up at my mama and Anastasia.
I look up at him with wide eyes as my mama gasps in shock.
" Do you know who we ar-!" My mama shrieks but gets shut up by Matteo's hand in her face.
" I don't care who you are, this is the fiancé of Mr. Agosti and you disrespecting her is disrespecting the Italian mafia, understood granny?" Matteo says, rolling his eyes at them and taking me over to where the alcoholic drinks are.
" We haven't gotten to properly meet yet, have we?" Matteo says, about to hand me a glass of wine but quickly moving his hand back and squinting his eyes at me.
" Wait, how old are you?" He questions, keeping the glass of wine even farther away from my reach.
" I..I'm 18." I mutter and he looks at me with a sly smile.
" You really thought you'd get away with underage drinking, huh?" He laughs, and I quickly shake my head no.
" I wasn't going to drink it anyways." I say, trying to defend myself as I watch him put the other drink away.
" How about we go back to your fiancé, he looks a bit pissed right now." Matteo laughs, and I look over at Connor who had one hand in his pants pocket and the other holding a glass of some type of alcohol.
" Isn't he always pissed." I mutter as we walk towards Connor and I feel my stomach swirl in nervousness just at the thought of having to be near him.
Matteo laughs at my words, and as we're walking towards Connor I notice a dark look in his eyes as he looks down at the old man.
Connor doesn't smile back as the old man starts laughing about something, and as we get close to them my stomach drops at what he says.
I feel Matteo's eyes on me as I stand there, the old man's back facing me as I listen to the disgusting words leaving his mouth.
" You like them young and fresh huh? Did you fuck that Russian bitch already?" He laughs, as if it was funny. It sounded dry and harsh, as if he had been smoking his entire life.
" You got lucky with her she's got a nice ass, might have to let me get a try of that whore too." The old man continues and I feel myself feel a type of anger I'd never felt before. I wanted to puke right then and there at his words.
I usually would just let my family walk all over me but I couldn't handle it this time. I was letting this man talk about me like I was nothing.
And even worse? Connor was just standing there, saying nothing to stop the man which made me even more furious.
" Shit, I'm sorry you had to hear th-" I ignore whatever else Matteo is saying as I march up to the old man, as scared as I was.
What was I doing?
Suddenly I'm clearing my throat behind the piece of garbage and he turns his head, looking me up and down as a disgusting smirk grows on his face.
Connor looks down at me, a threatening look in his eyes, almost like he was telling me to stop but I just shoot him a glare filled with a type of hatred I'd never had before and move my focus back to the man.
Before I can even open my mouth I'm grabbed by Connor and pushed right into his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as I try to fight out of his tight hold.
" Lets not make a scene, principessa. I'll deal with him later, bene?" Connor whispers into my ear while tightening his hold on me, and I glare at the man who was still looking at me like a wild animal.
" Mr. Jonise, I think I've had enough of your presence for the night." Connor says deeply and just like that the old man nods his head, quickly turning to walk away towards a group of women.
" Matteo, go keep an eye on him for a couple hours."
Matteo nods his head, glancing over at me once more with a small smile before turning around and walking towards the old man.
" Let go of me." I mutter when Matteo leaves, uncomfortable that I could feel so many eyes on me and Connor right now.
I wouldn't be surprised if my mama and Anastasia were watching us right now, judging me.
Connor slowly unwraps his hand from around my waist, his fingers leaving a burning trail on the thin fabric of my dress.
" Perché? Do I make you nervous?" He says lowly, inches away from my body. I look down at my shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with him. ( Why?)
" Everyone's watching us." I mumble quietly, wanting this entire thing to just be over already.
I gasp when his large hand suddenly grabs my chin, pulling it up to look directly in his eyes as he lowers his head to meet mine.
" Speak up and look at me when you talk, fatto?" He says, an annoyed tone in his voice as he looks darkly into my eyes and down to my lips. (Got it?)
I'm about to reply when I see Anastasia behind Connor, laughing at me with a group of girls who were giggling and whispering words to each other.
She probably thought he hated me and was having the time of her life over it as she told every other woman who was also laughing at me.
I couldn't let her just laugh at me this time, like I was nothing. Like how she always does and has done my entire life.
And just like that I look away from Anastasia and move my gaze back to Connor, doing the stupidest thing I could've done that night.
I watch as Connor looks down at me confused but all my frustration from Anastasia laughing at me clouds my thoughts as I suddenly lean in to kiss him.
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