Chapter 82 Damien's Threats

• There was no applause, no words of congratulations, only a heavy silence that hung in the air. It was a stark contrast to what I had imagined for my wedding day, but I knew that this was the reality of our situation. Mafias weren’t cheerful people, and I could see from their dress code that nearly everyone was in a black outfit or something dark that wouldn’t attract attention.
• Men in suits stood guard all around, and I knew they were armed. I saw a few Black people and many tattooed people who sat around. Some were looking bored of being there, and some rolled their eyes at Lucas's statement.
• I let out a small smile as I held Lucas's hand. With Lucas's help, I descended the stairs, the weight of his words lingering in my mind and what I had just seen, this was my life now, one that may be filled with boredom and distress.