~~ Chapter 2 Start: A Coincidence

"Olivia!" A deep voice called from the door to the room.

"Yes, father?" I asked, turning to face the man I had known as father for all eighteen years of my life.

"Ah! Master, you mustn't enter! Milady is changing!" One of my maids exclaimed frantically.

"It's quite alright, Maria. I'm not naked or anything of the sort." I laughed lightly.

I greeted my father with a hug, and clasped my hands in front of myself as I waited for his explanation on intrusion.

"You're being married, I can't believe it." He said as he wiped an eye, "Ciela would be so proud of you to come this far."

"I'm sure mother would have tried to strangle the man who was taking her baby girl from her." I laughed lightly.

"You're probably right." His deep, rumbling chuckle fell over my ears comfortingly, soothing the few nerves I had.

"Master, we must finish dressing milady!" Maria begged with polite impatience.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving." He laughed as several maids attempted to shove the large man from the room.

I went back to stand in my place at the mirror, and I frowned slightly as I drifted into thought.

As an attempt of an alliance, the Vongola Family proposed the leader marry father's firstborn daughter. He had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to the proposal, and the two sides began immediately setting to work with planning the wedding.

I hadn't even met the man I was betrothed, but father had pleaded with tears for me not to make his decision even more difficult. After all, I accepted my father's hardships and love for me. I couldn't deny him something so important. I figured if he was horrible and just flat out unbearable, I'd tell father and I'd be free. Though, if I liked the man, it would be a win-win.

My biggest problems were living with the guy, and the kiss during the ceremony.

As I thought, I was oblivious to my surroundings, and I only came back to reality when I felt rough tugging at my chest and had a brief feeling of suffocation.

Just a damn corset.

As soon as the dress was put on me entirely, they began putting on jewelry and make-up. I ignored that whole process, too bored of doing nothing to pay attention.

"Milady, we're done." Maria informed me, and the maids left, their jobs done.

I looked at myself in the mirror and felt very much like a pretty princess.

(LONG DESCRIPTION OF DRESS BEGINS HERE. SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE LONG DESCRIPTIONS)

My dress itself was a simple one piece white dress that had intricately woven lace flowers on the torso, a long silk skirt that fell to my feet, and a long satin and lace train connected to it, white arm thingies that went up to my elbows (the things where you put a usually elastic band on your middle finger and it covers the back of your hand and everything an over your wrist) and had the same lace design as the train and torso on the outside of my arm, and white high heels. My ridiculously long ice blue hair was tied into a bun at the top of my head with a long white stick pinning the flowery braid to it. The stick had pearls and light blue gem flowers falling off one side, and my braid hand small strands of silver running through it. It had a white headband clipped to the top of my head, just in front of my bun, and the back part of it had semiclear white cloths trailing down to my waist, and the front part was handmade laces in the design of flowers resting over my face, down to my chin (it was currently pulled up). My make-up wasn't very much, actually. It was just pale blue lip gloss and gold around my eyes. As for jewelry, there was a silver armlet around my upper arm, a silver bracelet made of thin strands on my opposite wrist, and the betrothal ring on my left ring finger. The ring was a simple silver band with a single diamond of gold on the top and a simple blue sapphire on top of that.

(SUPER LONG DESCRIPTION COMPLETED!)

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, and went to answer the knocking at the door.

Just before the door opened, father bent down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before placing my veil down. Father offered his arm, and I held onto it with both hands.

The doors opened wide, and every head turned to look at us-at me. I briefly took in the men in special suits that were standing of to the far right, and the straight and proud back of the man I was marrying. His yellow hair stuck up wildly.

The priest smiled at me in reassurance from his place.

Father left my side and sat down as I reached the steps.

I gently lifted the front of my dress and slowly stepped up the endless-five-steps.

As soon as I stopped, the priest began to talk. It was really long... as in I wanted to punch the offending mouth in the face for how long it was taking. I decided gazing into the distance in contemplation would be enough to miss everything he said.

"Do you take her to be your bride?" He finally asked.

The mystery man replied in a manly yet still mostly young voice, "I do."

"Do you take this man to be your husband?"

I closed my eyes briefly and forced myself not to appear nervous, I opened my eyes again with determination, "I do."

"You may kiss the bride." Sparkles shone in his eyes.

We turned to face each other, and my almost husband lifted my veil. I tried to hide the shock on my face at the recognition, and I could tell he was trying to do the same.

He leaned close and put his white gloved thumb over my lips and kissed it.

He kissed his own thumb.

Did he not want to kiss me that much?

When he pulled back, everyone was cheering. I glanced at the applauding men in the back of the room, and saw a suspicious glint in the eyes of every single one of them.

When I finally had the chance to sit down, it was during dinner. I was sitting beside my husband and eating with absolute manners.

My father was halfway down the table, and I could tell he desperately wanted to talk to me. I gave him a smile and he gave up.

As soon as dinner ended, we were supposed to dance.

I did not know how to dance. Whatsoever.

I didn't relay this to my partner, but everything was fine. I learned very quickly and managed to decently dance with him.

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I managed to slip away to my room after the twenty-third song, and man, it was a nice room. The door was open, unlike the rest, but I somehow found it anyway.

As soon as I entered, I detached the trail and gently put it away. Then I sat on the bed and pulled off my shoes. As soon as they were off, I pulled off my headband and pulled out the fancy stick, then I proceeded to undo my bun and braid and take off the annoying bracelet. The arm things were itchy so they came off next. Finally, I wiped all of the makeup off with a non-expensive handkerchief.

When that was over, I lifted my feet onto the bed, pulled a pillow under my head, and closed my eyes.

(POV SWITCH)

I walked into my room, and I was surprised to see my newly named wife asleep on the bed.

My hyper intuition had told me something about the room was off, so I had come to check up on it.

I locked the door and sat at the foot of the bed, examining the girl. I definitely remembered her from way back when on that day a long time ago when I found a girl under a tree and she fell asleep listening to my story.

I changed my place on the bed, to sit between her and the edge. I smirked slightly and reached to move an out of place hair from her face.

I was abruptly halted when I heard someone clear their throat.

I saw all of my guardians-Lampo was missing-standing across the room and staring at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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(POV SWITCH)

A thump and an ow woke me up. I shot up straight and looked around wildly. Seeing no demons, I sighed softly and took in my surroundings. My husband was talking to a bunch of guys on the other side of the room.

I carefully leaned over the side of the bed, and peered beneath the frame. A green thing with eyes appeared suddenly. In reaction to the shock, I screamed and jumped of the bed and glomped my husband from behind.

"What's wrong?" He asked worried.

"There's a furry green thing with eyes under the bed." I whispered, hiding behind him.

He slowly walked over to the bed, "Be careful, it might be a monster." I warned him seriously with wide eyes.

He peered under the bed, and then came back with an amused glimmer in his eyes, "Just one of my guardians." He assured with a glittering smile.

"Well why is he under the bed?"

"Yes, why IS he under the bed?" He looked accusing over my head at someone behind me.