William Shakespeare
The Godfather Mario Puzo Chapter 1 Wedding on Long Island On the last Saturday in August, 1945, Miss Constanzia Corleone, daughter of Don Vito Corleone, married Carlo Rizzi. Her father had invited hundreds of people at his huge home in Long Island outside New York. As the guests arrived, Don Corleone welcomed them all, rich and poor, with an equal share of love. Many of the guests had good reason to be grateful to Don Corleone for their good luck in life, and they called him 'Godfather' to his face. Standing to him as he welcomed the guests were too of his three sons, Santino - or Sonny, as he was called - was the eldest. He was a tall, strong, good-looking man with thick brown hair. He looked uncomfortable in his white shirt and black suit. The second son, Fredo, was completely different. He was weak-looking and pale, with sad dark eyes and thin lips. The youngest son, Michael
In this tale spun with threads of power and blood, we are brought to witness the nuptial celebration of Miss Constanzia Corleone and Carlo Rizzi in the waning days of August in the year 1945. A gathering of countless souls was bidden to the vast domain of Don Vito Corleone, situated in the land of Long Island, away from the bustle of the grand city, New York. As the invitees arrived one by one, the benevolent Don Corleone embraced each with a measure of affection that did not discriminate between rich and poor, as all were given an equal share of his love. It must be noted that among this assembly of revelers, many possessed the knowledge that their fortunes were inextricably linked to the great Don Corleone, their paths crossed by serendipitous occurrences which led to fortune's favor. And thus, they commended him with the honorific title of 'Godfather' to his very face, recognizing his paramount role in their lives. Flanked on either side of this imposing patriarch stood two of his three progeny – Santino, known affectionately as Sonny, claimed the primordial position as the eldest son. A figure resolute in stature, his countenance marked by towering height, strength that spoke volumes, and a visage adorned with a crown of dense brunet locks. He appeared strangely ill at ease within the constricting confines of his white shirt and ebony suit. On the other hand, the secondborn son, Fredo, manifested a divergent character altogether. Exuding an air of fragility, his visage a palette of pallor, punctuated by melancholic dark eyes and lips that trembled with constant disquietude. Lastly, we encounter the youngest scion of this noble lineage – Michael. Though he is but a tender soul, every pore of his being exhorts depth of thought, an inner realm wherein reside ruminations that swim in the vast sea of contemplation. Mighty questions, weighty enough to invoke the spirit of profound philosophies, dance within his mind's eye. Ah, the enigmatic nature of Michael, veiling secrets and disclosing few, beckoning one to fathom the depths of his soul. And so, dear reader, let our narrative unfold, unfolding like the petals of a rose that beseeches the sun's affection. Mayhaps, perchance, we shall unlock the essence that lies within the heart of this tale – a tale of power, of family, of destiny, and of the pursuit of a crown forged in the crucible of crime that shadows the very soul of this land.
