Sold To Mr. Giordano novel Chapter 7

The dress has lace sleeves-perfect for a November wedding. There is a sweetheart neckline, that looks like silk mixed with lace design, pearls at the waist, and then it puffs at the hips and I couldn't see how long the back went, but I know the train is long. Everything about it makes my heart skip a beat.

"Let's go try it on," she grabs onto my elbow and pulls me in the store. "Maria, darling!" Arabella calls out and an older woman rushes to greet her with two kisses on the cheek.

"Bella, I am so sorry to hear about Vinny," Maria has a thick Italian accent.

"Thank you, Maria. We are here for my lovely soon to be cousin. She is infatuated by the dress in the window."

"Well get her to the fitting room, I'll grab the dress!" Maria claps her hands together, puts her glasses on and goes for a hunt for my dream dress.

The dress she brought me was too big and long, but it was just to try on and see. She pinned the back with clips-although there was nothing I could do about the length except hold it up with my hands. Before I am able to look at myself in the mirror Arabella lets my hair loose and puts a tiara and veil on my head.

The perfect dress is encompassing my body like a perfect second skin. I never loved any material thing more than this dress. I feel like a princess-the Capo's wife.

"Beautiful, you look stunning!" Arabella grabs my hands and squeezes.

"I love it," I say to Maria but continue to stare at myself in the mirror unable to look away.

"He is going to love it."

"What a breathtaking image you are," Maria smiles. "I will take your measurements and have it ready the day before your wedding."

"Xander will have one of his men pick it up," Arabella says to Maria.

Taking off the dress itself feels sad. Back in my regular clothes, Arabella and I met Maria at the counter.

I looked down at the register that rings up the dress for-

"Fifty thousand dollars?! What no way, that's too much money!" I argue.

"Arielle, you are in love with the dress and Antonio will be fawning over you. The second he sees you he'll want to rip that dress off you and-"

Panic rushes into my system. "No, I don't want it anymore. I'll take the ugliest and cheapest thing you have," I sob.

"No, no Arielle. You deserve to be a beautiful bride. Fifty-thousand is nothing to Tony. Please, let him get this for you." she sight for a second, "ok! Imagine if it would be your dream wedding instead you would not pick this dress, Ary!" I simply nodded my head in response.

I watch Arabella hand Maria the gray credit card and I am unable to watch that much money being spent so, I step outside for some fresh air.

Arabella didn't want to leave, she could see me sulking the entire ride home. I just want to be alone, but she insists on staying.

Sitting on the couch next me back at my family's Chicago penthouse, she asks me questions.

"Hello?" She waves a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"You're not still thinking about your wedding night, are you?"

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