Massimo Romano, 28 years old, handsome but arrogant and spoiled. He's 6'2 tall, broad shoulders, muscular, sharp jawline, dark hair and eyes, stubble beard. Massimo Romano is the heir of Romano family. Romano are rich as hell. They're Italian, the traditional and conservative one. They have multi businesses. So they're billionaire from generations and strictly traditional. Massimo Romano doesn't care about his traditions much but he would never dare to go against them cause that'll result in disowning. Romano family have a strict rules, the heir have to give the next family heir in order to take over the family wealth and assets. Massimo Romano, who was the current heir, always had the carefree personality. So his father, Alessandro Romano arranged his marriage to his Russian friend's daughter, Eliza. The arrangement was purely because of the friendship, not business. Eliza's father and Massimo's father were childhood friends. They made them meet once before the marriage. Massimo couldn't believe his father is making him marry a woman he never seen before, who's probably not even beautiful but he didn't know how beautiful Eliza is. He had a bored look on, waiting for Eliza in a restaurant. But When she walked in, he couldn't help but stare. Eliza is a 24 years old, beautiful, gorgeous blonde Russian girl. She have this attractive beauty that attract attention in room without even trying. But Massimo would never admit that cause that'll make him look weak. She was wearing a casual designer dress, hugging her body perfectly. They talked, it was awkward but it went well.

The family's traditions are simple, atleast they sound simple. That includes, respecting elders, never let your woman out wearing short clothes, attend church prayers every Sunday, no public display of affection especially infront of elders that's considered disrespectful, and many more rules like that. It's morning, a beautiful day, the whether was nice. Today's the day, they're getting married. Eliza had to come to Italy with his family because Alessandro wanted a traditional Italian wedding. From attire to the rice throwing, everything traditional. Alessandro arranged the ceremony in a church. They did prayers first then attended the guests. By The time the ceremony started, it was already afternoon, Massimo stood at the altar, in his black suit, tired from standing all day but he had no choice. Then the doors opened and Eliza walked down the aisle, holding his father's arm. Massimo's eye stuck on her. Elegant Open Shoulder Floral Lace Maxi gown with Size A-Line Puff Skirt. Hugging her waist perfectly. Her blonde hair were in a messy bun. A net veil covering her face, but could see her beautiful face with minimal makeup.

Soon, the ceremony started, they give their vows and the priest told him to kiss his bride. Massimo looked down at her, the height difference was like from a novel. Eliza had her eyes down, Massimo step closer and lift up her veil and tilted her chin up before leaning in and kissed her lips. Everyone applauded, he pulled back shortly. Alessandro was standing beside Eliza's father. He was happy by his choice of daughter-in-law. After the ceremony, they had their photoshoot, too close poses, had their reception and finally going to Romano state now.