ELENA

“You look so beautiful,” Zia(aunt) Maria said, admiration evident in her voice.

The living room buzzed with activities, and guests filled the space. Laughter and chatter make this feel like this was a normal wedding, but I doubt my parents will tell people they are selling off their youngest daughter.

“Why are you standing there moping?”mamma's voice cut through the noise. “Finish up. We will leave soon”.

Sighing, I went to my room and grabbed my phone.

Messages flooded my phone, friends congratulating me on the wedding, gushing about how I got to be the one to finally marry Alessandro DeLuca . If only they knew.

“We should get...