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Bossy Ceo, No! - Chapter 49
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Carina Russo POV
Mom helped me put my dress on, while the hairstylist rushed around. Sara hustled too, a sullen expression on her face.
“Mom, too tight!” I shouted, as she tugged the delicate strings, suffocating me.
“Bear with it!” Mom scolded, tying them togather.
“Devil.” I muttered, watching another young girl paint my nails coral pink. It went well with the white, flaring gown I was (forced into) wearing.
“Indeed.” Ma said, then looked up when Andrew entered, then catcalled.
“If it isn’t the prettiest woman in the world!” He laughed, then groaned when mom slapped him.
“Stupid man.”
“Ma!”
“Why are you here?” She asked him crossly.
“Ryan’s ready for you.” Andrew replied sullenly, rubbing his arm.
“We’ll be there,tell him to wait.” I said ,patiently waiting for the hairstylist to deem me worthy.
“Okay, don’t let me down.Ryan is a great man for you.” Mom patted my back,tears filling her eyes.
“I’m so glad you’ve found someone good,baby girl.” Ma kissed my cheeks,then pushed me along the corridor.
I walked on my high heels to Ryan, who was leaning against the door sipping champagne,not noticing me. Waiters ran around the room while the butler screamed.
His eyes immediately caught mine across the room,and for a moment we were the only ones there, the only ones for each other.
“Carina.” I didn’t hear his voice,but saw his lips move, then I was crushed against his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.
“Ryan.” I smiled, snuggling into his arms.I would never get tired of him.
“I hope there’s a lot of food.”He said. “To satisfy your big stomach.”
I looked at him indignantly.
“Big stomach!? You didn’t have much to say yesterday in bed!”
His ears turned red out of embarassment.
“Sorry wife.” He kissed my cheek for an apology.
” That’s not enough.” I complained, pulling him in for a passionate, heated kiss. By the time we pulled apart, everyone was staring at us.
“Oh well.”
Over the next 3-4 hours we greeted guests, ate and drank merrily, and danced to lively home tunes.
Andrew proceeded to sing a very unflattering song in Italian, which drove the elders to anger, and the young ones to flush.
Dad gave a speech, victimizing himself first of course.
“She already forgot about me, my Carina.” (ft.fake sobs) which made people roar with laughter.
Everything went smoothly and happily… but of course someone had to ruin it. The previously closed doors burst open, revealing my in laws, and a young woman in her early twenties.
“Mother, Father. And… this woman.” Ryan stated, looking expressionlessly at the group.
“Carina Russo DeLuca!” His father rushed to me, and to my immense surprise hugged me.
“I am so happy you’re marrying my son.”
I awkwardly returned the hug.
“Me too, Dad.” Benedict grinned down at me, then glared at his wife who looked murderous.
“Listen, Ryan. You will be marrying Miss Maris not this shameless slut! She is not my daughter in law!”