Chapter 25: The Ceremony
Tony paused by the door. Under the light, the stress lines on his forehead were prominent. The shadow cast dark circles under his eyes. He looked worn out.
"Marcella," he walked to her. "Chris~" he paused for a second. "It should be about the will, I understand," he asked.
Marcella nodded surprised that Tony had already guessed it. She could feel a gentle feather caressing her wounded heart.
"Let’s go," he jerked his head at the door.
Marcella could sense that he didn’t want to talk about it and she followed him. They walked to her place and took the necessary documents.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a corpse. She quickly changed into the blush pink dress she had. She didn’t have any pretty dresses in white. She applied some makeup to look presentable. She was going to get married! She should not look like she was kidnapped and starved for weeks.
Ah... I cannot correct the flaws yet...
She sighed. But what else can she do? She would look terrible if she doesn’t have her beauty sleep. She cannot linger here wasting time.
She stepped out of the bathroom, Tony looked at her. She didn’t think anything of it until he saw a smile blooming on his face.
"You look good, Marcella DeAngelo."