Our third date. He takes me to a beautiful rooftop restaurant. Every single waiter, from the busboy to the sommelier, greets him by name. They also all back away slowly. I joked, “Are you the mayor?” He just smiled and said, “I’m the King of a small neighborhood.” Very humble. Very terrifying.
Then the check comes. He writes a note on the napkin instead of a tip. The waiter reads it, goes pale, and we never see the bill. I asked what the note said. Gio winked. “Just a friendly reminder about his mother’s health insurance.” Charming.
The Proposal (And The Pension)
He proposed with a ring way too big for my finger. “It’s a family heirloom,” he said. Probably once belonged to a man who “disappeared.” I said yes, because the butterflies in my stomach were actually pure adrenaline. Who needs romance when you have suspense?
My family was thrilled. My dad asked if Gio could maybe “talk to” his boss about a promotion. My mom asked if he could get our neighbor’s barking dog to “find a new home.” I realized I wasn’t just getting a husband. I was getting a small-scale criminal enterprise.
My Godfather is Getting Married Svg Graphic by creative Store
But here’s the kicker. Gio is incredibly good at planning. Our wedding? Flawless. No drunk uncle causing a scene. No one wearing white except the bride. Because someone definitely got a “friendly chat” in the parking lot beforehand. It was efficient!
