The Mafia's Sleeping Pill
ella
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