𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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"Hey baby," Mamma stands with an almost guilty smile—as if silently telling me she's sorry for not mentioning that we were having the Ceraso's for dinner.
"Hey..." I frown, glaring at her through my lashes.
With the feeling of all eyes on me, I become uneasy. My gaze travels around the room, landing on the other boy who happens to be staring straight at me. This was the nephew, he looked a lot like Isabella, as I assumed that was the side of the family he was from.
I noticed the curious look in his eyes and the way his expression became intrigued.
Suddenly Mrs Ceraso stands, catching my attention as her bright, loving smile greets me as well as her hand. "Hi, darling. Good to see you again."
Hesitantly, I take her hand and shake it, smiling a little to be polite towards both her and Mr Ceraso. Even if Mr Ceraso was looking at me with an almost spine-breaking stare.
Mamma curves a hand over my shoulder blade, smiling sweetly at me.
"It was a sudden thing, Flower. Isabella called to see if we should get together soon..."
"And we both agreed that tonight would be good as Alejandro and I will be travelling back home tomorrow to...pick up a few things." Isabella finishes, smiling down at me.
I nod slowly, my gaze travelling all around the room again—but never skimming toward the beautiful boy with blue eyes.
My eyes finally meet Papà's from across the table, I was able to find some sort of comfort at this time as he gives a smile of comfort.
"Vieni." Mamma says, holding open the only empty seat at the table.
Translation: "Come."
Moving toward the opened seat, I sink in it and briefly catch the minimum scent of cinnamon.
Mamma moves away and sits back in her seat, conversation strikes up again around the table.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I tilt my head to the side, looking down at the glossy, black dress shoes resting underneath the table beside me.
Bringing my gaze up, loose black dress pants were now accompanying those shoes with a tight, black turtle neck he wore right after.
The cotton clings to his very muscular arms, strong shoulders, and tight chest. The blank stare he wore under the dimmed lighting complimented his attire, it brought out the dark in him.
Suddenly our gazes meet once again, and my breath falls, unnoticed by all except him and I.
The conversations blur out as my senses become only switched on for him. I turn my body straight again, turning my attention away from him completely.
