Danger Zone

"Lavish, opulent, extravagant, decadent, outrageous, and frankly insane are just a few descriptions of the marriage of Alessandra Santoro and her Russian groom, Alexander Luvisnovinchi in the Schilthorn Summit right here on Switzerland."

Reporters all over the world are scrambling to their feet to get the perfect image of the mysterious groom that had been circling the media for over six months and the man who is only known as the perfect man for the Santoro Princess. 

Out in the open of the entrance of the Schilthorn Summit, a black car roll over and the driver immediately comes out with his black glasses. 

He proceeds to open the passenger seat's door and reveals the family that had it all. Paparazzi and other media platforms flock them like headless chicken trying to get the best picture of the Santoro family. 

Behind them are the infamous Santoro boys that are wearing black masks to cover their faces but their eyes shown to the public. 

Some fans of the Santoro boys don't need to guess which one is who since they can tell just by looking into their eye colors. 

They squeal and scream each of their boys' names as they draw their hands to be able to touch the untouchables. 

One of the girls almost fainted when her hands suddenly touched one of the first generation Santoro's shoulders. 

The man even looks at her and winks. The ladies squeal like dying pigs as they jump up and down. The body guards and other securities try to control them and the other crowds. 

Luxurious cars kept on coming to the reception hall and paparazzi are loving it. The famous and the glamour are what they are all after. 

Aiden's family arrives after the Haesboren family, riding in a Bentley provided by the Santoro family. The youngest of the Matautias looks over the wedding reception with a grimace plastered on his face. 

His sister—Jasmine—is beside her as they enter the reception itself. 

Aiden grimaces even more when they are instructed to sit on their respective table filled with flowers, leaves, plates and platters, different sizes of spoons and forks and other shenanigans. 

"If I will be wed to one of the richest man in Switzerland, I will make sure that it will not be overly designed."

Aiden looks over to his sister after she said her statement. And he couldn't agree more. 

The venues covered floor-to ceiling in elaborate displays of fresh flowers; and a bride decked out in glittering diamonds and a dramatic, custom-beaded fairytale-type dress with a full, billowing skirt that looks like it weighs around twenty-five pounds. 

It is so laden with embellishments and a huge train that the queen-of-the-day needs help walking to her seat. 

Aiden gets as to why it is a royal, princess type of wedding but the overly designed table is making him uncomfortable. He can't even see the other side of the table. 

The families need to stand up in order to see the groom and the bride. Aiden sighs as he takes his phone out of his pocket and rants on social media about this wedding. 

Under his social media persona as KiyotheCutie, he rants on how extravagant the wedding is, that the family did not consider the fact that the guest needs to eat without the dangling flowers and their leaves to their food. 

Unless it is part of the meal itself. 

He even takes a picture of the wedding cake, sitting at the right most part of the stage, tapping the hashtag over-the-top wedding cakes before ranting at how the cake must've taste-like. 

His post on the social media platform garners a lot of criticism that he is only bitter about the couple. 

But before he could even answer the comments, one of the Santoro boys posted a picture of the mysterious man, looking not so happy at his wedding with a caption; 

"If he is such a perfect man, I wonder what he feels like getting wedded to a bitchy woman like Sandra Santoro."

The picture of Alex Luvisnovinchi swirls around the social media. With his force smile and dashing olive green eyes, the media portrays him as the prince in a cage. 

Aiden watches as the war on social media emerges as many of the Santoro boys joined the fun of ranting at how boring the wedding is or at how the cake looks so extravagant yet it does not taste good at all. 

"Paying for so much as almost a hundred million US dollars for a wedding such as this is such a waste of money."

One of the Santoro boys captioned as he posted a picture of the whole venue with the over designed tables and yummy-looking gourmet food.

"Maaan, if only the cake tastes great and these flowers won't fall into your food, this wedding would be awesome. But then again, I can't have what I wanted and be stuck with his."

Another one captioned as he posted a picture of him eating as the flower petals fall into his food making it inedible. 

Furious as a madman, Grandmama disables everything that is supposed to be posted on social media. 

Cutting the wires from the Wi-Fi but the pictures is already posted, ruining the wedding of Sandra Santoro and his mysterious groom. 

***

"So that's what happened."

Daime sighs as he sips down the last bit of soda he has on his cup. Aiden remains silence as he remembers what he did at that wedding as he looks at the ground and wishes for that past to be erased. 

"To be honest, I am one of those Santoros that posted shits over that wedding. I mean, who wouldn't? Have you seen the reception hall? It looks like a giant cyclone just passed over it."

Daime chuckles as he remembers the messy reception hall filled with flowers, diamonds and other shenanigans. 

"Couldn't agree more."

Aiden remains looking at the solid ground as Daime finishes his sandwich then looks at the latter beside him. 

"Also, I am curious."

Aiden looks at Daime with sudden curiosity that might have a connection on him. Daime chuckles at how Aiden reacts about his curiosity but he had been willing to ask about this for a long time.

"How did Cassie became your watch dog?"