Principessa 5

5 Chapter 5 

The next morning, the makeup artist and hairstylist arrived before dawn. 1 

They carefully covered the bruises on my face with concealer, then sculpted my features with exquisite makeup. 

In the mirror, adorned in my white wedding gown, I looked like a flawless porcelain doll. 

Escorted by my parents, I stepped into the wedding car. 

Just as our motorcade neared the church, a long line of black armored cars materialized ahead, blocking the entire road. 

I looked through the window and saw Aidan emerge from the lead car, Isabelle trailing behind him. 

The driver laid on the horn. “Wedding procession coming through! Clear the road!” 

But Aidan walked straight to my car and peered through the window. “Seraphina, get out. We need to talk.” 

I ignored him and gestured for the driver to find another way. 

But Aidan’s entourage was vast; they had blocked every surrounding street. 

He had come prepared, hell-bent on stopping this wedding. 

“Seraphina Moretti!” 

He pounded on the window, his voice cracking. “Are you really going to marry that soldato? After everything we’ve been through? Don’t 

do this, Seraphina!” 

“Drive through them,” I said calmly to the driver. 

The driver hesitated for a moment, then slammed his foot on the gas. 

Aidan’s cars scattered, and my wedding car finally broke through the blockade. 

When I stepped out of the car, I saw Dante Falcone already waiting at the church entrance. 

He stood with a quiet confidence, his features sharp and defined-nothing like the brutish soldato I’d heard whispers about. 

He gave me a gentle nod. “Principessa. I am Dante Falcone.” 

I quickly averted my gaze as he drew closer, a warm smile in his eyes. 

My father placed my hand in Dante’s. “Take good care of her.” 

Dante nodded solemnly. “I will.” 

Just then, Aidan burst through the doors, a group of his men at his back. 

His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a man possessed. 

“Seraphina Moretti is my woman! She can’t marry anyone else!” 

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