This story is purely for the entertainment of others, but also for my own experimental purposes and interests, thus, I will do my best to update as time goes by, but I can't give you any promises. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: KHR and all characters belong to Akira Amano.

~Italia, here I come!~

"Haru. It's not you, it's me. I'm sorry."

Like hell he was.

I didn't blink. Just stared at the twentieth guy who gave me a bullshit excuse why he couldn't date me anymore. I'd heard it a thousand times and now, numb, I could only stare at the next nameless guy who did that to me. Oh fuck it. I was done with guys. For good. Dating only bred sadness and even though I had shut myself out, I wasn't sure how much I could take before I really broke down. Men were all the same, the lot of them. They found an attractive girl, wanted a good fuck, and when they realized she had luggage and they'd need to commit, they ended things. I'd had it.

Without a word, I stood up and left the restaurant. Stupid oaf didn't even deserve one of my rants. A snarl on my face, I only grew more peeved. Every man in this dumb life was a fucking idiot who only wanted sex. They weren't worth my time. It was a cynical view, yes, but being dumped millions of times had taken its toll on me. I couldn't take it anymore.

I may be boyfriendless, officially, but that didn't mean my life was over. I was gonna take a new stance on life. It was Haru's time! Even though I'm 25 with no boyfriend and no marriage on the horizon, it was time to give up my dream of finding the perfect guy and focus on me. And my work.

"FROM THIS DAY ON, I WILL NO LONGER DATE MEN!" I threw my arms up in the air, stumbling a bit on the heels I had actually worn for the occasion. What a waste.

I watched amused as people lingering on the sidewalks watched me with wary eyes, each with their own opinion of the meaning behind my words. With that off my chest, I headed home with the hopes that there would be an offer for me from work. I needed to keep myself from relapsing by thinking about the sad fact that at 25, I'd only been kissed thrice and my virginity had been taken by an idiot when I was 21 and naïve, who deluded me into believing he really loved me. I found out later I had been the grand prize of a frat house tournament. Worth only four hundred fucking bucks. What a disgrace. But the work would have been a welcome distraction from the hell hole my life had turned into. Something to put all of my energy into. The more work I did, the less I would think about the fact that my love life was in shambles and that I was bound to end up a spinster, gushing over the beautiful brides I have given the perfect wedding whilst I had yet to find me a man.

Which herein lies the irony. I'm a wedding planner by trade. An exceptional one at that. Known for my superior skills, insightful views, and deep Japanese cultural understanding, the weddings I'd planned were very successful, and I have high credentials. My specialty is traditional Japanese style weddings.

The irony?

I'm so great at giving the couples the most beautiful weddings of their life. Giving them a moment that they will remember for life, yet when it comes to trying to find me a partner to have a wedding with myself, I experience a few technical difficulties. It would also be pretty difficult to take my mind off the pain I have to endure of not having found my One while at the same time, having to work with couples who have happily found their One.

I was completely taken off guard when I found in my mailbox, a beautifully adorned letter. From Italy.

To: Sakura Wedding Agency

We of the Vongola Famiglia sincerely request that Haru Miura arrange

the wedding of our dear boss, Vongola the Tenth and the love of his life.

We ask that you please consider this opportunity seriously, as we have

found no other candidates who we deemed superior for this task.

Sincerely,

Vongola Famiglia

At first I thought it was a joke. Looking at the card, I honestly wanted to laugh. I may not have been too well versed on the happenings around the world, but I did know that Famiglia usually referred to the mafia. Something I would not want to associate with while I lived.

Another envelope addressed to me was sitting in there with a formal letter including the details of the request. The wedding was to take place in Italy, but the happy couple, both grew up in Japan and nostalgic for memories, they wanted a traditional wedding. Upon researching wedding planners who specialized in Japanese culture, they came upon my nifty little site, thus choosing me. What are the chances of that? I would get an all-expense paid trip to Italy, where I would work closely with the bride and groom, the right hand man, and other members of his family to ensure the perfect wedding is created. And inside the envelope, was a prepaid ticket to Italy in a private jet. First class. With unlimited food and wine and whatever would make me comfortable.

Don't get me wrong, I'm paid substantially for my work so I get by, but I have never once in my life traveled first class. I could just imagine it now.

"Miura-sama, would you like anything else to go with your wine?"

"A fresh bowl of caviar would be nice thank you."

The thought of dining in luxury had my mouth watering. Imagine how much better it would be in Italy, with all the gourmet food and the luxurious sights to see. The mafia was wealthy, so I would literally be living in absolute wealth for the duration of the wedding planning. Maybe for the rest of my life. And then it all came crashing down.

Because this is the mafia I was talking about. Violence, blood, gore, and punishment. If I got involved with these criminals, I would surely be targeted for the rest of my life. Grabbing the rest of my mail, I rushed indoors to think seriously about my decision.

If I took the job, I'd be rich. I'd live in luxury for the rest of my life, not to mention the fact that I would have even more prestige for planning the wedding of a Mafia boss. But that could also get me negative attention. I chewed my nail thoughtfully. What did I have to lose anyway? It's not like there was anything waiting for me over here, save for a life of solitude and bitterness. I could at least take this opportunity to go see the world out there. Italy had always been one of my vacation destinations.

Pretty sure that my boss also received the card, I emailed him asking that he reply back that I accepted the job. I was set to go to Italy. No turning back now.