Fates Played By Cards

Epilogue :

I,Angelina Russo , had my whole life settled in 3 cards pieces that had been passed from the Russo ladies age to age .

Since the day I'd been made aware of it—at 7 years of age—I realized that whatever hung tight for me inside planned to one or the other kill or save me. What's more, today a month subsequent to celbrating my nineteenth birthday celebration Lola my lady concluded that it was the ideal opportunity for me to peruse my first card . In that definite second I wished mother and Aria , my older sister were here so they would be the ones to peruse those cards for me .Grieve and sharpness burned-through my heart and tears slided down my cheeks .

A thump at my room's door snapped me from my disheartened thoughts.

"Lina open up the beauticians are here"Said Lola , the second the entryway clicked open she surged in with Nina my hairdresser and Lily my stylist and began dressing me and brushing my hair My eyes stumbled into the yellow brilliant greeting card to the workmanship ball . In the wake of returning a year prior from the sicilian boarding school papa tossed me in. At nineteen, Arthur Russo had authoritatively chosen to interduce me to the Chicagoan society . Furthermore, there could be no more excellent way for him to do so then to bring me to this ball where he'll have me play piano for the crowd . He'll have his pick then of a future spouse for me from the many qualified Made men who were subsidiary with The Familia . Around evening time planned to launch a chain of occasions and social calls , Papa had told me that school wasn't likely for me. He expected to begin findng the ideal spouse, seeing as I was sole heir to the Russo organizations. Being the only lady in my family to at any point acquire a degree had been a fantasy of mine , and the only way for me to do so is by leaving the famila but I couldn't, for I was not even close to moronic enough to chance my life for this. I was naturally introduced to goldencage. It was roomy, yet locked, regardless. Attempting to get away from it wasa life gambling. I didn't care for being a detainee, however I would hate it to be dead. Thus I'd never at any point set out to look through the bars of my prison and see what was on the opposite side .I was born to do my duty and nothing else if you don't do what youhave to you die , that's how cruel our world is . I remember my nanni, Patricia, used to say,

"You don't have to meet a spouse, mia cara. You need to live up to your dad's desires."

My father, Arthur Russo, was the boss of The Sicilian Mafia based in Chicago, from the 1910s. It is one of the bigger Italian-American Mafia in the states. The title sounded merciless true and it is . the entirety of the glow the man had at any point had been frozen after the tragic demise of my mom and sister . Yet the man I knew years prior shows up now and then , he would dine with me , grin at my jokes and even wish me pleasant evening now and again, however he never looked in my eyes any longer saying that he saw his wife's phantom in them dissimilar to his sky Blue eyes I have my mom's chocolate earthy colored eyes and the long raven hair and olive skin of the Russo ladies, a regent blend that shows my Italian roots.

Lily tugged at the end of my corset, pulling me back to the mirror as if I were on a leash.
"Hey, ouch." I winced.
"Hold still Lina" said Lola

They're making me wear a white dress with fathers to show my guiltlessness they say while nina twisted my hair .

"To be nineteen and dazzling once more," Lily roared rather drastically setting the little white wings on the rear of my dress . Just the imperial hull of the Italian Familia actually still need the help of beauticians and house cleaners to prepare for an occasion. Be that as it may, all things considered—we were the Windsor's. "Recall the days, Nina?"

The beautician grunted, sticking my bangs sideways as she finished my style. "Lily love, get over yourself. You were quite similar to a Hallmark card when you were nineteen. Angelina, here, is The Creation of God. Not a similar association. Not even a similar ball game."

I felt my skin flare with shyness. I had a feeling that people appreciated what they saw when they took a gander at me, however I was embarrassed by the thought of Beauty. It was amazing yet tricky. A flawlessly wrapped gift I will undoubtedly lose one day. I would not like to open it or violate in its advantages. It would just make heading out in different directions from it more troublesome.

"Under the Moonlight Your perfect partner Will take you around tonight " Read Lola the first card the beginning of today . The card is still actually held on my hand Nina opened my hand prepared to take my card and I removed it holding it to my chest "what's that?" She asked I took a gander at Lola through the mirror my grinned dreamily "that Nina is a mind-blowing start of my life"