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two: the meeting.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

I'm rudely waken up the next morning to Maria opening my curtains. I groan as I turn the opposite way and pull my covers over my head. I will never understand how someone could be a morning person. If I had the chance to sleep forever... I'd take that chance in a heartbeat.

"Oh amore mio, you have to get ready for the day. Your father says you and your brother have to go to a meeting at 1," she says as she sits on the side of my bed and lightly rubs my back.

[My love.]

She gives the best back rubs.

I groan some more as I sit up on my bed and glare at her. All she does is laugh and get off the bed.

"Amara made you breakfast, when you're finished eating make sure you shower and brush your teeth. Your father says to wear something nice," she says as she walks out of my room.

I look towards my clock and see it's 9. My father set this stupid ass rule where we can't sleep past 9 unless we're sick or jet lagged. To be completely honest, he's never home by that time so we sleep in anyway. I pull the covers off of me and finally get out of my bed. I start walking around it to try and find the clothes I through off last night. Once I find them, I slip them on and make my way downstairs. I pass a few of the workers and guards and I make sure I greet them. I never understand why people were rude to their staff... like yes they work for you but they could literally fuck you over at any given time.

"Goodmorning, Miss White," I hear one of the guards say as I get to the bottom of the stairs.

"Dante, what did I say about calling me that? It makes me feel old and I'm only 19," I tease.

"Apologies, Miss- Rose. May I?" he asks as he looks towards my hand. I nod as he grabs it and lightly places a kiss on the top of my hand.

Dante had a rough time growing up which leaded him to join our Mafia at just only 15, but he managed to be the sweetest human being I've ever met. He's always had a little crush on me, and I absolutely adore him, but he's only 17...

That's a whole case.

"Such a gentleman," I blush as I give him a warm smile and walk towards the dining table. All heads turn towards me and I pause.

I'm used to attention but this feels fucking weird.

"Um goodmorning?" I make my way towards my seat. My dad sits at the head of the table, of course and I sit on his right while Stephen sits on his left.

It's literally because I'm his "right hand woman" and I'll be Don whenever he steps down.

My mother always sat at the other head of the table. My father says it's because she's his equal. She's Donna as much as he is Don. Ever since she died, no one sits there. Ever.

"Goodmorning, mia figlia."

[My daughter.]

"Not to be like rude or anything but why are you here? You're never here in the morning's unless it's Sunday," I ask as Amara places my food on a plate. I look at her and whisper a "thank you." She squeezes my cheeks in appreciation... She's always done that.