1Disclaimer: Ok, I really don't think I need to say this, but I will anyway. I DO NOT own anything related to Tony 'N' Tina's Wedding. I do not own any of the characters except Sophia, who you will meet later.
Summery: Tony and Tina are getting married in traditional Italian fashion. Every member of their family is coming from all over New York to attend and celebrate. But what happens when Tina's childhood friend comes back from her world travels and Cupid decides to pop in for more than just the bride and groom.
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Now, away from all this doom and gloom, we've got a wedding to go to!
Sophia smiled as she pulled her red mustang to a halt in front of Mama Leoni's Italian Haven, a restaurant that had now been taken over by the Black's Catering Company for the wedding reception of Tony and, now, Tina Nunzio, then Vitale. It had been five years since she'd met Tony and two since he and Tina had started dating.
Seeing the now happy couple had been an entirely different matter. Things had been tense ever since one of Tony's friends, a…Dominic Fabrizzi or something like that had gone and gotten drunk with Tony and Tony's brother Johnny at some party all those years ago, something about the Italian blood in him that insisted he go out and get drunk off his ass once every two weeks or so.
Sophie shook her head softly, frowning in thought. 'I don't get why he does it, it just causes trouble for everyone.' The twenty-two year old thought to herself as she locked up her car. 'I mean, I'm about as Italian as you can get, and even I don't go out and get plastered that often.' The night had ended with the bartender keeping their keys and calling the only number that had been handy at the time… hers. She had found out where they were headed and called that afternoon, asking to be notified if any of them got too drunk to drive. She had been quite proud to note that, out of the three of them, Johnny was the least drunk. He was actually fairly coherent, which was a small blessing.
Sophie had always been attracted to Johnny. Sure, the other guys always made fun of his short stature, but she had found that, on the rare occasion she had to hug him, the two of them had fit together perfectly. Sophie smiled and a light blush colored her cheeks. She remembered the last time she had hugged him had been when he was so tipsy he was practically throwing himself at her. She hadn't minded much, especially when he found her and apologized profusely the next day.
The same could not be said for Dom's girlfriend, Donna Marsala. The girl had instantly started thinking there was something going on between Sophia and Dom once one of her big-mouthed friends had informed her of how Sophia had been seen hauling a very affectionate Dom up the stairs to his apartment. Strange how this same friend had failed to mention that Sophia had left the apartment ten minutes later, only leaving enough time for her to dump Dom onto his bed, take off his shoes, fix it so he had some VERY strong coffee in the morning, and then close all his blinds. Donna had confronted her the instant she heard, screaming at her that she was Dom's woman and wouldn't put up with him two-timing him with some two-bit tramp.
Now that had pissed her off. Even now Sophia had to keep herself from grinding her teeth at the thought of that jealous bitch. Where did she get off accusing her of sleeping with Dom; A) without any proof and B) knowing his reputation for going out and getting sloshed. 'Is it MY fault she didn't think to get the barkeep to call HER if they got too drunk to drive? I don't think so.' Sophia felt herself clenching her fists in anger and slipped around away from the restaurant's front. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she patted her coat pockets, making sure she hadn't forgotten her smokes or her lighter. It was a filthy habit, she knew and she was trying to quit, but right now, she had the sneaking suspicion that her smokes were going to be the only thing to get her through this night. Sure she loved Tony and Tina like family, but their friends were an entirely different matter.
Feeling the comforting square box in her pocket along with the rectangle that was her lighter and sighed, thankful for small miracles. Taking a moment, she checked her outfit once more. The weather was cold, hence why she was wearing the long black trench coat. But underneath is was her dress. A simple hunter green affair, cut in such a way that it appeared as though there were many layers of soft fabric floating about her body, all coming together at the halter neck of her dress. The whole thing was completed by the simple diamond pendant she wore on a silver chain, the diamond tennis bracelet she sported on her left wrist, simple silver chain earrings with a tiny diamond on the end, and her soft blonde hair that she had swept up into a bun, allowing only a few carefully curled tendrils to fall to the side and frame her face. Simple elegance had always been her mantra, and with the amount of money she was making as a chase/fight choreographer in movies, she was more than able to afford to follow that mantra.
She watched quietly as a few groups began to arrive, all dressed in either blacks, reds, whites or greens. The happy couple had decided they would be honoring their national flag with their reception. She knew the whole wedding party would be dressed in flaming red. Tina had asked her to be one of her bridesmaids, but at the time she had been over in Sicily helping to film a new, mob-based action movie. Sophia smirked dryly at the irony of it all. An Italian teaching men who were pretending to be Italian to fight each other without hurting themselves. As such, her place had gone to another one of Tina's friends, Marina Galino. Sophia was sorry to say, but she couldn't remember the girl to save her life. No doubt that would be fixed by the end of the night.
Sophia sighed and leaned down to tighten the strap on the back of her two inch high, beaded black shoes that she had bought a few years ago for a dress party a cast was having. They had killed her feet then, but now she was more used to them. More than likely she'd be taking them off before the night ended, but at least she'd be able to tolerate them longer than she had before. Finally approving of her look, she quickly slipped the smokes and lighter into her small clutch and took a moment to straighten her shoulders before marching out of the shadows and into what she was sure would be a wedding reception she would never forget.