His soul-Chapter 232: Dejavu

Massimo covered Gina’s body with a blanket after he laid Gina on the bed.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow morning is an important day for us and I want you to be able to look perfect tomorrow morning," said Massimo gently with his hand that had stroked Gina’s head.

"Your important day, not mine!"

Massimo chuckled. "You’re still this quick to me, even though tomorrow morning I’ll officially be your husband, Gina."

Gina immediately closed her eyes, choosing to end her conversation with Massimo. Massimo himself didn’t look angry at all seeing Gina’s attitude, because there was still a lot of work to be done in the end Massimo chose to leave the room and went down to the first floor to meet Martin.

"What? You seriously want to get married, sir?"

"This isn’t a joke is it?"

"You’re not teasing me, who’s still single, are you?"

Martin reacted, as someone who knew Massimo very well he was very surprised when Massimo said he was serious about what he said earlier when he met Lucas at the hotel two hours ago.

"I’m serious, is there really something wrong with what I said?" asked Massimo lightly.

Martin shook his head. "It’s not there, it’s just that..."

"Never mind, rather than you talking much better hurry up. Find a priest who will marry us tomorrow morning, also find the best wedding dress for my wife. I want her to look perfect tomorrow morning."

Martin’s face paled at Massimo’s words. "Yes sir, then I’ll excuse myself."

With a face that was as white as paper Martin immediately rushed away from before his master to take care of all the master’s unreasonable requests, Martin went with fifteen of his men as surprised as Martin when he found out the master wanted to get married.

Martin divided the team into five, each of them taking care of their own part of preparing for Massimo’s sudden wedding. Thankful Martin has many connections, so one by one business can be resolved quickly in a short time. When Martin and the others took care of the main needs, the few bodyguards left at home immediately arranged the garden properly to be used as a place of blessing tomorrow morning.

"How is this, Martin? Only the wedding dress is not there," said one of the bodyguards quietly, staring at his cellphone screen checking the list of jobs they had to complete.

"It’s four in the morning too, Martin. How’s it going?"

Martin rolled his eyes, staring at the wedding dress shop that was still tightly closed in front of him. "We’re going to where the shop owner lives."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, if the shop isn’t open yet, we’ll just pick up the designer home to bring the wedding dress home," Martin answered hoarsely.

"Alright, let’s go to Rosa Clara’s private house."

Martin smiled, the next second Massimo’s right hand immediately got into his car to go to the residence of Rosa Clara, one of the best wedding dress designers in Spain. Rosa Clará has been making beautiful wedding dresses using the finest fabrics for over 20 years, positioning itself as one of the most famous bridal design houses in Spain.

To save Martin time and change vehicles, the man took a helicopter to go to the designer’s residence. Together with two other subordinates Martin finally arrived at the residence of the designer. Luckily when Martin arrived, the designer was still at home and had not yet going to Rome Madrid to attend the biggest wedding expo in the city.

Since Martin had mentioned Massimo del Cano’s name, the guards at the designer’s house didn’t bother him at all. As a result, in a not long time Martin finally met the designer.

"Are you serious? The mysterious Mr. Massimo del Cano is getting married? You’re not joking, are you?"

"Show me your ID, I have to make sure you really are Mr. Massimo del Cano’s confidant."

The famous designer bombarded Martin with many questions, and Martin patiently showed his identity to the middle-aged woman. Martin even showed him all the things he had prepared tonight to take care of Massimo’s wedding.

"So this wedding was held in secret?"

Martin nodded slowly. "Yes, madam. That’s why everything was done so quickly."

"Then the bride?"

"At home, madam." Martin innocently answered Rosa Clara’s question.

Rosa Clara smiled. "If that woman is at home then how can I work?"

"What do you mean, madam?"

"I have to measure the woman’s body to make sure she can wear which dress, this is a wedding. And in a wedding a woman has to look perfect, if I don’t know what the body shape and facial expression of my bride-to-be will look like then I have to choose what dress for her, Martin?" Rosa Clara answered slowly with a big smile.

"Jesus, how is it?" shrieked Martin frantically, his face instantly tightened.

Rosa Clara chuckled. "All right, show me a photo of Mr Massimo del Cano’s future wife."

Without being ordered twice, Martin immediately took out his cellphone from under his jacket, the man quickly showed dozens of photos of Gina that he had secretly taken to report them to his master all this time.

"Beautiful, this girl is really beautiful. Where did this girl come from?" asked Rosa Clara in amazement, she was fascinated by the face and the beauty of Gina’s body. "No wonder your master wants to quickly marry her."

Martin smiled wryly at the words of the famous designer who was standing in front of him, after being satisfied to see Gina’s face and body, the designer quickly entered the collection room of her wedding dress.

The woman was sorting out a wedding dress to put on Gina, after fifteen minutes she finally brought her three best wedding dresses that she felt were suitable for Gina. Using three different suitcases the wedding gown was carefully tucked in it to be carried away to Massimo’s house.

After choosing Clara Rosa, changing clothes and preparing her luggage to be brought to Massimo’s house, Clara Rosa even immediately contacted her assistant to inform them that she could not attend the wedding expo today. Clara Rosa prefers to go to Massimo’s house, to witness the happy day of a great man like Massimo del Cano.

Because there were three suitcases carried and so Martin’s two men relented, they chose to take a car and let the designer take a helicopter to return to Massimo’s house. As soon as the helicopter started airborne Martin let out a long sigh.

"Tired huh?"

"Yeah... uh no ma’am."

Clara Rosa chuckled. "Don’t worry, I know you must be very tired. It’s not easy to take care of all this in a short time, Martin."

Martin swallowed his saliva, he just smiled at the words of the famous designer who smiled with him.

***

Gina, who had slept very briefly, could only resign herself to being woken up by a few maids who helped her get ready, knowing that their new mistress had a tattoo on her body. The three maids who were not young anymore bathed her carefully.

As soon as Gina finished bathing, a mysterious man and his assistant entered the room, they were the makeup artist chosen by Martin who was asked to come to help Gina get ready.

"Oh Jesus . . . you are so beautiful, Miss."

"Madam, she’s not a single girl anymore right now." Massimo, who had been awake since an hour ago, immediately interrupted the make-up artist’s words, who had just commented on Gina’s sad face from crying too much.

The make-up artist named Bretman immediately turned to Massimo and smiled broadly. "Sorry sir, I’m speechless. Your wife’s beauty really makes me jealous."

Massimo smiled hearing the makeup artist’s compliment on Gina, Massimo slowly lowered his hands from his chest and walked over to the dressing table. When he got right behind Gina, Massimo slowly grabbed Gina’s chin and lifted her up to look at him.

"Because my wife’s face is so perfect I don’t want her to use heavy makeup, just use simple makeup for her. I think that’s enough," he said softly, smiling at Gina who was also looking at him, Gina’s gaze on Massimo was filled with anger and great hatred. And Massimo could read it clearly.

"Yes, sir. You don’t have to worry, I’m a professional makeup artist with more than ten years in this field," Bretman replied confidently.

Massimo pursed his lips. "Good, don’t disappoint me."

"No, believe me, sir."

Massimo removed his hand from Gina’s face and turned his gaze to Bretman, the make-up artist who was standing on his right. "I’m not going to trust anyone until I’ve seen it in person, so you’d better prove everything you say to me. Only then can you be proud of yourself and all your experiences."

The smile on Bretman’s face disappeared instantly, Massimo’s words really shocked him. Because he didn’t want to make Massimo more annoyed, Bretman finally chose to start working, using the best make-up brands. Bretman started to apply Gina’s face, which had not been touched with any cream.

Seeing the make-up artist starting to work, Massimo finally came out of his room. He wanted to check the preparations in the side garden where he would promise to live as long as possible with Gina, when he arrived at the garden Massimo’s smile grew. From his thin lips came Lucas Dom’s name which he had mentioned many times.

Five minutes later Massimo’s gaze shifted to his helicopter which began to fly low and then stopped at the helipad in the backyard, from where he was standing Massimo could see Martin getting off one of his favorite helicopters with a middle-aged woman wearing a red dress.

"Good morning, Sir." Martin greeted Massimo politely as soon as he arrived before his master.

"Are you all ready?" Without answering Massimo directly asked about the job he had given Martin last night.

Martin nodded slowly. "Yes sir."

"Good, then who is this madam?"

Clara Rosa smiled at Massimo’s question, the woman gracefully extended her hand towards Massimo. "I’m Clara Rosa, the designer of the wedding dress your future wife will wear, sir."

Massimo raised one eyebrow. "Clara Rosa, I think I’ve heard that name before," Massimo said quietly as he shook Clara’s hand tightly.

"My name doesn’t match your big name, sir. So it’s only natural that you don’t know me," answered Clara Rosa modestly.

Massimo stared at the woman who had just let go of his hand without blinking, his intelligent brain trying to remember where he had heard the name Clara Rosa before. After a minute had passed, a big smile appeared on Massimo’s face.

"What a great honor, my bride wears the wedding dress you made, Mrs. Clara. Forgive my stupidity for not recognizing a famous designer like you." Massimo again stretched his hand towards Clara when he managed to remember who the middle-aged woman in front of him was.

Clara Rosa shook Massimo’s hand again. "It’s natural that you don’t know me, sir. I’m a wedding dress designer, people who know me must be models showing my dresses or people who have used my services before. And you don’t fall into those two categories, so I understand very well, sir. But really, I’m so glad you finally remembered me, sir."

"How could I not remember you, madam. Well then come on in, you need to rest for a while. Martin will take you inside."

"Thank you, sir. I really want to go directly to your bride, is that okay?" Clara asked excitedly.

"Of course you can, please go straight to my wife and please make her beautiful today. I want to see her become the most beautiful bride today," answered Massimo excitedly.

"Don’t worry, your bride is beautiful, sir."

Massimo smiled broadly, he liked to hear compliments for Gina like that. Martin then invited Clara Rosa into the house to meet Gina who was being made up by Bretman.

When entering Massimo’s spacious house Clara Rosa was amazed several times, it seemed that what people were saying was true. Massimo really has great taste.

"Mr Massimo is a real man of taste, Martin," Clara Rosa said honestly.

Martin smiled. "You have told me this many times, madam."

Clara Rosa chuckled. "I wouldn’t talk like that if it wasn’t factual, oh yeah where is our bridal chamber?"

"Third floor, madam."

"Alright let’s hurry to the third floor, I can’t wait to see my bride today."

Martin smiled, he then let Clara Rosa into the elevator first. Once Clara entered, Martin then put one by one the suitcase containing the wedding dress that Clara had prepared in advance along with one of Clara’s small suitcases which contained several tools for tidying the wedding dress that had been put into the suitcase.

Once in the room where Gina was, Clara was again surprised, but this time it was Gina who made the designer of the wedding dress silent for a moment when she saw her. Gina, who is almost done with her make-up, looks very beautiful, her face looks more mature and elegant. The use of pink lipstick and lip gloss on the lips makes Gina look fresher, her puffy face perfectly covered by make-up.

"Come on, Miss, let’s change clothes," Clara said excitedly when Gina was completely done with her make up. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Gina was silent, she did not respond to the words of the silver-haired woman who had just finished speaking.

"Miss..."

"Come on Miss, the wedding will start as soon as your family arrives."

Gina immediately turned to look at Martin. "Wait, repeat what you just said, Martin!"

Martin smiled. "Master will not allow you to walk alone on the altar."

Gina’s eyes immediately filled with tears, but Bretman, who didn’t want his makeup to be ruined, grabbed a tissue and grabbed Gina’s hand.

"No Miss, you can’t cry now. I don’t want your makeup to be ruined, your arrogant husband should see my masterpiece first so he doesn’t underestimate me again," said Bretman quickly, forbidding Gina to cry.

Clara smiled. "That’s why it’s better for you to change clothes now, Miss."

Gina blinked her eyes many times, looked at Clara and then turned to Martin who was still in the room. Realizing that Gina is uncomfortable with Martin’s presence, Clara quickly drives Martin away.

After Martin was successfully chased away, Clara asked Bretman and his assistant to help Gina change clothes, when Gina opened the bathrobe she was wearing, Clara’s eyes narrowed immediately.

"This..."

"The tattoo Massimo gave me last night." Gina immediately spoke cutting Clara who wanted to ask about the bandage that wrapped her new tattoo.

Both Clara, Bretman and his assistant were silent when they heard Gina’s words. The three of them even immediately looked at each other, now the three people began to understand the sad look in the eyes of Gina who was about to get married.

"It’s ok, the wedding dress you are going to use is not too tight. So that your new tattoo will not be stressed, Miss," Clara said quickly.

"Y-yes, don’t be afraid, beautiful lady. Your new tattoo won’t hurt." Not wanting to lose, Bretman joined Clara’s words quickly.

Gina nodded her head slowly, after that she let Clara put her wedding dress on, the dress that Clara chose for Gina was a mermaid wedding dress that shaped Gina’s body perfectly.

The long tail makes Gina look very elegant in the dress made by one of the famous designers, the front of the dress is made with a halter-neck design which is perfect for making the wearer look. And Gina looks very suitable with the dress, her breasts are not too big and not too small and looks beautiful in that dress.

"See, you look very perfect in this dress, Miss," said Clara, honestly praising Gina’s appearance in one of her proud wedding dresses.

"Yes, you are very beautiful, Miss. Just the last touch on your hair then..."

"I want my hair down." Gina interrupted Bretman’s words in a barely audible voice.

Bretman smiled. "Okay, I’ll let your hair down but the top has to be tied up a bit to wear the veil."

"Okay."

Bretman smiled, he then grabbed a chair and climbed onto it to start making hair dos. With a small tie on top Bretman finally put a small crown on the top to insert the veil. Bretman made Gina’s hair slightly wavy to add volume and make Gina look prettier, it didn’t take long for Gina to be ready. Make up, hair and dress. Everything looks perfect on Gina’s body.

Because previously they were warned by Martin not to take photos, so that they could only enjoy Gina’s beauty by themselves without being able to immortalize it, although they were disappointed, they were happy because Gina was really perfect. When Gina was just holding her flower bucket, there was a knock on the door from outside and not long after Martin came back in, Martin who was previously a mess now looks handsome in a suit and a neat hairstyle.

"Sorry to interrupt, is Miss Gina done yet?" asked Martin politely.

"Alright, is the show about to start?" asked Bretman coquettishly, seeing a man as handsome as Martin provoke his naughty souls.

Martin nodded. "Yes, the priest is here and now Miss Gina’s father has also come."

Clara and Bretman understood where Martin was talking, they left the room leaving Gina who was not ready. When they passed through the door they met Julian who already looked handsome in a black suit, but because they didn’t know Julian they ended up just walking past him without greeting.

Once no one was in the room, Martin then invited Julian in. Massimo had given permission to Julian to talk briefly with Gina, before Gina officially became his wife with the supervision of Martin of course who would not let Julian and Gina talk alone to guard against unwanted things.

Julian looked at his beloved daughter who was already very beautiful without blinking, wearing makeup and wedding clothes making Julian’s tears fall down his face.

"Sorry dear, Daddy can’t do anything about this," said Julian hoarsely with shaking hands, trying to touch Gina’s face.

Seeing her father fine and healthy made Gina feel a little relieved, but on the other hand there was a great anger that still made her unable to fully accept her father’s presence at this time. It was only when his father’s hand touched his cheek that there was a sudden feeling of trembling in his chest that he couldn’t describe.

"You are so beautiful, dear. Daddy is really lucky to have a daughter as beautiful as you, forgive this weak and stupid Daddy, who can’t protect you," said Julian again with a trembling voice. "If Daddy could be stronger maybe you didn’t have to get married so soon, honey."

Gina lowered her head slowly, her left hand slowly moving to touch her father’s hand which was still touching her cheek. "I-I’m not angry, maybe this is the way of life that God has made for me."

Julian shook his head. "No, don’t talk like that, honey. It’s getting harder and harder for Daddy to let you go when you talk like that."

"I accept everything, this is a sign of my devotion to the Sanders family. I hope with what I have done you will be able to live in peace and comfort without fear of having to be kicked out of the house anymore," said Gina hoarsely holding back tears.

Julian was speechless hearing Gina’s words, his guilt was getting bigger when he heard Gina say those words. Julian also felt deja vu at this moment, the words Gina said were similar to the words Sandra said eighteen years ago when they were about to separate. Sandra also said that she was willing to let Julian go for the Sanders family. Again, Julian had that feeling again.

With tears in his eyes Julian then hugged Gina tightly, embracing his daughter who would soon become Massimo del Cano’s wife.

Continued