Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Alia POV

Mifiea led us up a long spiral staircase, saying, “The gowns are on the second floor.”

As we ascended, I realized there seemed to be no one else here besides them–no other staff, no other customers… I couldn’t help but wonder, was this really a design shop?

The second floor’s arrangement differed from the first. The valuable items displayed throughout the first floor were nowhere to be seen here. This level contained only a dazzling array of fabrics and countless garments, as if it were an ocean of clothing.

Looking at all these clothes, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement.

No matter how much time had passed, no matter how much I tried not to remember, my passion for fashion design had never cooled.

How I longed to pick up a pencil again and design the perfect wedding dress for myself.

Once, I had tried, but that wedding dress was never completed, dying amidst the collective betrayal of family and lover. Since then, I never entertained the thought again.

I couldn’t help but glance at Marco beside me-

Marco, could I pick up my pencil again for you?

Marco sensed my gaze and turned to look at me.

He knew I had once been a talented fashion designer who abandoned that dream because of the turmoil three years ago.

Go try some on,” Marco said. “Choose what you like.”

I moved between the clothing racks, examining each piece with an appreciative eye. The craftsmanship of these garments was impeccable–invisible hems, perfect seams, innovative three–dimensional cutting techniques.

Strangely, though, I couldn’t find any brand logos on these clothes. Wanting to know which designer had created them, I searched for some time but found no identifying marks, just like the mysterious villa itself.

As I was admiring an asymmetrical–necked, knee–length cocktail dress, I felt Marco’s arms encircle my waist from behind. He gently rested his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like anything?” Marco’s deep, sensual voice of concern reached my ears as his large hand suddenly appeared at my waist while I was lost in thought, sending a slight tingle through my body.

I shook my head. “I like them. I like them very much.”

“Then why not try something on?” Marco asked in a low voice, resting his head against the top of mine.

“I don’t know which one to choose, I nuzzled Marco’s neck like a kitten, saying in a coquettish tone, “Mr. Vittorio, why don’t you help me pick one?”

The soft voice by Marco’s ear sent a pleasant shiver through him. He couldn’t resist planting a kiss on my ear, then said in a somewhat husky voice, ‘All right.”

With that, Marco released me and began seriously selecting clothes for me.

He looked around the room, but no garment caught his attention for more than a moment. After a while, he turned to Mifiea and asked, “Where is Ivan’s

Dream Love“?”

“Ivan said he can’t give it to you. That’s reserved for Ivan’s bride,” Mifiea replied awkwardly.

Give it to me, Marco said, his voice not loud but brooking no refusal.

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Mifiea pouted dejectedly, but under Marco’s pressure, she obediently went to fetch the dress called ‘Dream Love,”

After Mifiea left, I couldn’t help asking, “Ivan? Ivan Belucci? Is he… the famous Spanish designer?”

Marco nodded. ‘Yes, that’s him.”

It was like a thunderclap in my mind.

Ivan was my most admired designer. If not for my father’s refusal years ago, I would have gone to Spain to become Ivan’s student.

And now, I was about to wear a dress designed by Ivan for his own wife… What was this… No, who exactly was Marco? What was his relationship with 1v.

While I was still in shock, Mifiea had already brought out ‘Dream Love.”

And when “Dream Love” was displayed before me, I was stunned once again.

The dress that met my eyes left me speechless. It was a light silver–gray with hints of white, made from the most exquisite Italian handcrafted chiffon I he

ever seen.

The structured bodice was both substantial and delicate, with the neckline adorned with fine crystals that sparkled like morning dew. But what truly amazed me was the skirt–embroidered butterflies danced on the lightweight fabric, some in mid–flight, others with wings folded as if resting, and a few appearing to be falling. Each butterfly had its own unique design and style.

Marco nodded with satisfaction at the dress, then reached out to ruffle my hair. “Go try it on.”

I nodded in a daze and followed the visibly reluctant Mifiea into the changing room.

The process of changing went smoothly. “Drea” tailored specifically for me–all the measurements were perfect, neither too loose nor too

tight.

Even the previously reluctant Mifiea let out

Vittorio!”

a

gasp after I put on “Dream Love,” then pushed me to go out, saying, “It’s too beautiful! You must show Mr.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I nodded.

As I walked out, Marco’s gaze immediately turned to me.

Marco’s eyes narrowed behind his gold–framed glasses, deep and complex, making it difficult to discern what he was thinking.

He had once asked Ivan why he called this dress “Dream Love,” and what butterflies had to do with dreams.

At that time, Ivan was drinking coffee and looked at him with disdain, asking in return, “Can’t you see the butterflies are desperately pursuing something?”

What were they pursuing?

Today, Marco finally had the answer.

The butterflies were relentlessly pursuing a beautiful maiden’s dream, willing to sacrifice their brief lives for it.

That was ‘Dream Love.”

Being stared at by Marco for so long made me uncomfortable. 1 smiled awkwardly and asked, “Marco, does it not look good?”

Marco shook his head without speaking, then beckoned to me.

I slowly walked to his side. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “You’re beautiful. So beautiful that I feel unworthy.

Such straightforward praise made my fair face flush crimson again. Just as I was about to say thank you, Marco added, “I really don’t want others to see you like this.”

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He spoke with such sincerity, like a child protecting his precious treasure.

I couldn’t help teasing him: “Should I change into something else then?”

“No,” Marco firmly refused, then turned to Mifiea and said, “Tell Ivan I’m taking the dress. If he wants payment, he can find Luca.”

I had never seen Marco só domineering. I guessed he must be very good friends with Ivan to shed the cold exterior he maintained with strangers in the business world.

As we left Eternal Promise, we didn’t notice the astonished gaze falling on me from the top floor of the villa.

Doubt, shock, admiration…

That person’s expression changed rapidly in a very short time, only because his “Dream Love” seemed to have found its true owner.

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