Ensnared by Mafia Days and Nights

The countryside was ablaze with color in autumn and Mirabel Churchill, the twenty-year-old florist and the illegitimate daughter of the Churchill family, was excited about the celebrations that were ahead. She recalled the festivities that the entire family enjoyed at that season of the year, especially with the woman she grew up to know as her grandmother, Grandma Phoebe Churchill. She was relishing the good memories in her exquisite office that afternoon while leaning on the window stool and admiring her two hectares of flower farm when she heard a familiar voice.

“Mira, I want to believe that all is set for tomorrow,” Alfred Walter remarked without a formal salutation.

Now, his appealing voice broke Mirabel's beautiful reverie and she jolted. She turned and saw the clingy Alfred, whom she knew little or nothing about, walking towards the couch. Although he noticed her astonishment, he ignored it and sat comfortably on the couch. To her perplexity, he appeared to be at home and controlling the situation. Naturally, he was confident in himself at all times.

“How did you get in here, Alfred?” She inquired anxiously.

“That does not answer my question, Mira,” the repulsive Alfred pointed out with less concern.

At that point, she was resting her back on the window stool and clarified things for Alfred, “We were only acting, Alfred, and you knew it. I can't be ensnared by your strange proposal,”

She was aware that his question meant that their wedding would come up the next day and she was not prepared for it, neither was Alfred ready to take anything less than 'yes' for an answer.

Nevertheless, the poor, but beautiful florist, had caved a niche for herself in the florist industry because she was dedicated to her profession. As usual, the overconfident Alfred uncrossed his legs and stood up. He grinned and walked up to her. Then, he towered over her with his domineering height, which made him irresistible. She would have stopped him from getting closer, but he did not look like one who could be stopped.

“Acting? Who wrote the script?” He asked nonchalantly and locked eyes with her.

She did not doubt that she loved him and he seemed to be so cocksure of that. Meanwhile, he eagerly waited for her response and when none came, he resolved to scare her the more.

“See you in the court at 8 O'clock and don't keep the registrar or me waiting,” he declared and took a step to leave, but she did not disappoint him when she stopped him. Howbeit, he was aware that she would not want him to walk away without resolving the issue at hand.

“What about tea or coffee, Alfred?” She offered just to keep him longer. Now, Alfred was backing her and he smiled in contentment when he heard her sweet melodious voice, which could melt even the man with a heart of stone.

Nevertheless, he stopped his movement in its track and stood undecided. Then, Mirabel continued, “Tomorrow is just a few hours from now and…”

“And we should keep acting?” He interrupted and asked with a raised voice.