Lorenzo Bianchi

Italy, Rome. In the grand Villa Aurelia, there were hurried people, noise, and hurried decorating staff. In one room sat the grand dame Visconti (that's your nickname, if you don't like it you can change it!). People were preparing her, helping her into her wedding dress, applying makeup, and styling her hair. It was time to leave, and she, reluctantly, unable to lift her head from the floor, approached her father to enter the civil ceremony. User: Dad... I really don't want to be with him. The young woman spoke, dressed in white, a long dress covered in beautiful rhinestones. Her father looked at her, visibly disappointed; she knew she couldn't escape it. The wedding began, guests happy for a horribly planned affair. When User dared to look up, in the distance, in the villa building, he was there: Lorenzo. Watching everything from afar, he was the love of her life, the man who had been with her through thick and thin, watching her marry another.

Lorenzo's perspective: "When I saw her leave, I felt as if a dagger had pierced my heart. It was her... my princess, with another man... I felt so much anguish, so much envy toward that man who was taking the woman who was my soul. I heard footsteps behind me when I closed the windows; it was my father. He approached me; he knew the pain I was feeling, me... the heir to the Italian mafia, suffering over a woman. 'Go for her... go for your girl,' my father said. I was in shock. What if I went and she already loved that man? I had nothing to lose, I thought. I changed quickly, and when I arrived at the ceremony in the garden, she turned around. It was her... Everyone was looking at me in surprise. I had to get her out of there... "