The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

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was in full swing, and I found myself once more drifting through the crowd, attempting to blend into the backgr

was how I looked right now that was th

n whispered as I

t agree e

asked to get me ready for the evening. At first, I was overwhelmed with fear, but

hair that was usually tied into a tight bun, she left t

ost beautiful dress I h

and the colors... No words could

mind when I saw

am I going to

r helping my parent's company, yet he was giving me

t but she wasn't hearing any of it. Elena dragged me to the closet

I saw who looked back

her parents, just after graduating from college, but a beautiful

lit from the mid-thigh down to the edge of the garment. Compared to what I w

looked, stun

self it was me in the mirror and by the time I w

fficult to associate with any of them, so I stuck to the

last one a few days ago; this time

ce with a visible scowl planted on their lips, whereas the second w

et the d

o be here while the ones with a smirk looked lik

h of Antonio Ferraro an

cowled an

ing almost nothing were moving around the men, and then the older ones ha

?" I wondered, a frown appearing

revealing... Then they were

e men, waiting for them to be called, but after they were, the men groped

ese people? Did they e

away; my fragile heart was un

myself in a panicking tone. Was that

breaths before I would think m

s," I muttered releasing a sigh of rel

non-stop from the second I

ain, especially after figuring ou

ready to listen to what I w

bed up the stage an

confusion as I twirled the

want to say?

didn't attend parties, but even if I

ounced curtly before looki

ked towards the ma

my words got stuck in my throat as my eyes caught

his presence commanding immediate attention. The guests parted to make way for him, their deference

. He was fr

rse, he'll be here. How can he

ouldn't be sure, but the brief flicker of his attention sent a jolt of anxiety through me. I was all too aware

e glass in my hand. My second hand went to my che

return." I comforted myself, repeating the words

but I felt as if all the chatter had died down a

gain, and I looked down to the floor, pretending to be

hey all look

lebrate Isabella Moreno..." Antonio's

nd more importantly, what d