The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 73

Angel POV.

I’m ushered away in the arms of Marco as Ryder goes the other way. I must still be dreaming. This has to be a dream, right?

I enter my old bedroom and find my momma, Deanna, Alessa, Cora and a few of the other ole ladies. The ole ladies are all dressed in beautiful dresses wearing their property of cuts. This is a combined mafia and biker wedding.

“Ok, we don’t have long to get you ready. So just sit still while we work our magic. I’m sorry for all the secrecy, but Ryder couldn’t wait any longer.” My momma says as the ladies chuckle. I can’t argue with that Ryder has always been impatient.

“Ok, work your magic.” I say as the ladies move to help me shower and get me ready for this wedding. I’m still in shock, but it’s a good shock if that makes sense?

My hair is dried and Deanna starts putting it up into barrel curls as Alessa works on my makeup. She is not doing anything too glam; I prefer a natural look. So she is doing just that. I’m prodded and poked and after a short time, my hair, and makeup are done. Oh shit, the dress.

“Erm momma, what am I going to wear?” I ask her and she smiles at me and walks to the walk-in and brings out a white dress bag. She hangs in on the door and unzips the zip, revealing a beautiful white gown.

I stand with the help of the ladies. I move towards it. My hand reaches as I touch the soft fabric.

“I know you don’t like big and fluffy. So I chose this one. It won’t be too tight on your bump and will conceal it.” She lifts the dress out, and it is gorgeous.

It is an A-line princess dress made of white chiffon. It has an applique scooping neck line with long sleeves with delicate lace. The lace starts from the wrist up to the elbow and around the top of the arms and across the chest to hide my boobs. In a delicate design of flowers with diamonds. The back has little buttons that run up from the waist. The dress flares from the waist with a sweeping train and a split up the front of the left leg.

I have tears in my eyes as I take it in; it is simply stunning. I even have white flats which I chuckle at. Thank god I’m not expected to wear heels, they would definitely cause my pelvis more problems.

“Ok, let’s get you in it.” My momma says and I nod my head at her. The ladies help me get undressed and into the dress. I turn so my momma can do the buttons up. Alessa is on her knees as she helps me put on my shoes. She stands and nods her head in approval.

“There is something missing.” She says patting her lip when she turns and walks to my bed and there is a royal blue box sitting there which I didn’t notice when I walked in here.

She walks to me with the box, and I look at it. She opens the box and my breath hitches.

“I can’t accept this.” I say, looking at her when she chuckles and nods her head.

“You can and will. It is a tradition that all mafiosa women must follow. Well, it is our tradition as Donna’s. With us being part of the first. We came up with this tradition to pass it on to the next. I was the last, so it is my honour to pass it to you,” she says and I look at my momma and she nods her head. So this started with Cassandria.

I look at the diamond, ruby, sapphire, and emerald crown. I reach to touch it, but stop as I look back at my momma.

“You wore this?” I ask her and she smiles at me. I vaguely remember her wearing something like this.

“Yes, all the Donna’s have. This is passed on each time a new Donna gets married. So it will be passed from you to Cassandria’s twins when they get married, then it will be passed to Rebel and this one. So the tradition is kept long after we die.” She says and I fight the tears in my eyes, not wanting to ruin the make-up that Alessa has done.

I lower my head just as the door opens and Cassandria glides in. I look at her and she smiles at me, giving me an encouraging nod of the head.

“I Donna Alessa Valentino-Petrov, hereby welcome and recognise you Angel Maria Moretti as the Donna of the DeNucci family.” She places the crown on my head and it is secured with grips. I stand to my full height as the women in the room all come and kiss my cheek.

Cassandria is the last to do this. She kisses both my cheeks and takes my hands in hers.

“Welcome Donna Angel. I will be watching and I expect great things from you,” she says and I nod my head at her words.