Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 13

Anastasia Rose

It had been a week since I moved into the Romano mansion, and a month since I arrived in Milan, Italy.

The week had been... surprisingly good.

Warm breakfasts, lively dinners, shared laughter—things I never thought I'd experience again. Everyone had been caring and attentive, though Fabio permanently looked like he was stuck in an angry mood.

I officially moved out of my university dorm and into the mansion. Dante had personally designed my room, and the first morning I woke up there, I was genuinely stunned.

The beige-toned walls, soft lighting, and carefully chosen furniture matched my taste perfectly. It was elegant yet comfortable—my kind of place. It felt... safe.

At dinner one night, we also discussed some rules.

Which I clearly remembered as me being sarcastic and my dear brothers being on edge.

Flashback

"Ana... love, now that you have moved in, I would like to discuss some rules with you," Dad announced while we were having dinner.

All my brothers instantly straightened, paying close attention.

Papa had raised me with manners and discipline, so I nodded obediently.

"It's simple. Respect goes both ways—so respect and be respected. You're old enough to understand rules. I just want you to stay safe, take care of yourself, and try not to get into danger. Curfew is eleven—no exceptions. Your school and college records have been outstanding, so keep it up. No pressure," he paused, smiling, "you're the most intelligent among your brothers."

"Hey!" all my brothers protested playfully—except Vincent, of course.

Mom and Dad chuckled.

"She shouldn't be allowed to have any boyfriends," Fabio snapped. "Not as friends, not romantically. No boy is allowed near my sorellina (baby sister)."

I raised a brow at his words.

The others nodded enthusiastically with loud agreements.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Dad.
"I'm old enough to decide that. If I find someone suitable—whether as a friend or boyfriend—I'll take advice from you."

Dad smiled proudly. "See? Learn from your sister—how politely and respectfully she speaks."

Mom gushed in agreement.

I may not be childish or overly playful—but sometimes, I can be.

So I stuck my tongue out at Fabio.

The table erupted into laughter including Fabio— such a rare sight— and even Vincenzo allowed himself a small smile.

Flashback Ends

I've always been an early bird, so even though it was the weekend, I woke up early.

Stretching slightly, I made my way to the bathroom.

The en-suite was spacious—bathtub with curtains, glass shower, a wide vanity mirror, and a wall-length closet.

After getting ready, I pulled on a red hoodie I had borrowed—or more accurately, stolen—from Fabio's closet. I had seen him wear it once and wanted it immediately.

What are siblings for if not stealing clothes?

Insert evil laugh.

I paired it with black joggers, Jordans, tied my hair into a ponytail, and left my room.

Since it was the weekend, I felt the need to go out. Ever since the feud ended and the French were defeated, I had grown used to little outings—exploring the city, wandering around, spending weekends with Eunha.

I missed her.

We were inseparable. Weekends felt empty without her.

I went downstairs and entered the kitchen, where Mom was cooking breakfast. Dad, Vincenzo, and Leo were seated at the table, already dressed in suits. Dante was helping Mom.

The twins were missing—probably sleeping in.

"Good morning," I chirped, taking a seat.

Everyone paused and looked at me.

"Good morning," they replied warmly.

"Looks like someone's an early bird, bambina," Leo teased.(baby/little girl)

"Then maybe I'll be a good influence," I said sarcastically.

They laughed while Dad just shook his head.

"What would you like to eat, caro?" Mom asked.(dear)

"Boiled eggs, toast, and tea, please."

Mom looked astonished—and proud.
"My brother truly raised you well... such a kind, graceful girl."

I smiled shyly, unused to so much affection.

Dante placed my plate in front of me, kissed my forehead, and smiled.

While eating, I noticed Dad and my brothers dressed up in suits, looking ready to go to office.

"Dad," I asked, confused, "why are you all working on the weekend?"

Everyone froze.

"Oh... dear," Dad whispered. "You called me Dad."

"Uhh... shouldn't I?" I asked, confused.

He immediately shook his head. "No, amore. I was just waiting for that. You finally called me Dad."(love)

His eyes glistened.

He turned to Mom with a grin. "Sia, you owe me money. She called me Dad first."

Mom scoffed.

I stared in disbelief.
They actually bet on that.

I chuckled and continued eating.

"To answer your question, sorellina," Leo said, "we have an important meeting today."(baby sister)

I nodded in return and put my attention back to eating.

They finished breakfast and left, each kissing my head while leaving.

I blushed—still not used to this much affection.

Now it was just Mom and me.

I missed having Eunha for weekend outings... so maybe—

"Umm... Mom?" I asked nervously. "Would you like to go out with me today?"

Her face lit up like she'd been offered her favorite dessert.

"I would love to," she said. "What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe some shopping, then the spa, grab some ice cream... and come back home?"

"That sounds perfect," she smiled. "Let me inform your father."

She patted my cheek and left.

I smiled to myself.

Maybe... this is how we make up for lost time.

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