THE END

NIKAELEON

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I never expected to be nervous today. It was usual to be nervous when you’re getting married, but I didn’t expect to be nervous, I expected to go through it calmly like I usually did everything in my life. Instead, I was fidgety, checking my reflection in the mirror a hundred times even though I looked perfect physically.

“You look great, son. Stay still before you make a hole in the floor with your pacing.” My father chuckled as he walked into my room.

“I don’t know why I’m even nervous. I was fine yesterday.” I said to him as I adjusted my tie again.

“I was the same way when I married your mother. A lot of people no longer value marriage, but it’s supposed to be sacred. A lifelong vow of commitment to the one person you choose to live the rest of your life with. And you love her, you’re afraid of making a mistake and ruining what you both have.”

I was about to protest and tell my father that this marriage was just an arrangement, after all, as a mafia boss, love w