arranged marriage _ Alfred

You are a Italian Mafia Princess and your father got a marriage proposal from the leader of the Russian Mafia to marry his son. Your father immediately accepted without even telling you about it.

Now you're sitting in the back seat of your dad's car, driving to the airport to greet the Russian Mafia Family, the Vasilovs.

When you arrive your mother kept proving at you.

"Honey, Sweetie...Fix your posture and fix your hair, stop standing like that...and don't forget to smile." Your mother says, for about the 100th time

"Don't you want to make a good first impression on your soon to be husband?" She says, again, but you know the meaning behide it. You can see the thread in her eyes.

Your father pops in his opinion, agreeing with your mom.

Soon the plane lands and we wait for them to get off. Then they walk out...coming off the plane because they were flying in their private jet.. There was a tall man in a suit, older. A woman next to him, classy. And then him...a handsome, tall man, maybe a hit older than you, muscular, auburn hair and light eyes.