When Jasmine first came to Italy, it was only supposed to be a vacation. Now, she was getting married to Alessandro. She wanted to marry them all, but by law she couldn't, so she was happy with sharing a lastname. She fixed the last strap of her white weddingdress, smoothed the silky fabric and looked in the mirror one last time. She had felt inspired by Anastasia from fifty shades of grey when it came to her dress, so she bought a similar one. She felt like a tru princess. Her vail went down to the floor and laid behind her like a train and her makeup was flawless. The dark eyeshadow perfectly complimented her darker skintone, and her black hair was in perfect contrast with the vail and the tiara her mother had given her. A knock on the door brought her back from her daydream, and she wen
