Mafia's Princess(Under Editing)

Chapter 14

Anastasia Rose

We went ahead with our day's plan after Mum informed Dad that we were leaving. Naturally, permission only came after a small army of guards was assigned to trail us.

I chose to drive myself.

Mostly because I had been eyeing the cars in the garage ever since I arrived—and honestly, resisting them felt like a crime.

Our first stop was the mall.

I wasn't exactly a shopping enthusiast, but I did shop for essentials. Mum and I browsed through stores, laughing, window-shopping, and occasionally trying on clothes. I bought a few accessories and some outfits to fill my closet—but not excessively.

Two hours later, my stomach betrayed me.

"Mom, I'm hungry," I complained, hearing it growl dramatically.

Mom laughed. We'd been walking nonstop, enjoying ourselves far more than planned.

From there, we headed to the spa—our day of pampering officially beginning. I trimmed my hair slightly, refreshing my cut. It took another hour, filled with laughter, stories, and shared comfort.

Mom was fun—warm, expressive—but I could tell she could be terrifying if she wanted to be.

After all, she was the daughter of the former American Mafia don and sister to the current one.

That means I have family there too...

Papa had only ever spoken about my parents and brothers. I wondered if I had grandparents—having them would be kind of nice.

Once everything was done, hunger hit me properly.

"Alright, darling," Mum said, taking my hand, "let's head to the food court. After that, we need to get a dress for you for the ball."

"Ball?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, dear. The annual Mafia ball is coming up. Since you've been away all this time, we want to introduce you—if that's what you want. It's your choice," she paused gently.

"The ball will be held in Italy this year and the extended family will be visiting us soon. They tend to arrive unexpectedly."

Extended family?

Am I ready for that?
And please—no more overprotective brothers.

"Okay, Mom," I said carefully. "But dresses... gowns... I'm not really a fan. Maybe we can find something that suits my taste?"

"It's alright, amore. Whatever you feel comfortable in," she said, patting my cheek.(love)

We ate while chatting, the day already feeling special.

"I hope you had fun spending the day with me, Mom," I smiled.

"Caro, this has been one of the best days of my life," she gushed.(dear)
"I finally get to spend time with my daughter. The men in the house are exhausting."

I chuckled.

After eating, Mum dragged me into one of her favorite boutiques.

"Welcome, ma'am," a well-dressed woman greeted warmly but professionally. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Thank you, Ella," Mum said calmly, with an authoritative tone. "We need two dresses for a ball—only the best."

Ella nodded and led us to a private lounge.

"Wow, Mum," I giggled. "You have got the aura."

She winked back.

The staff came back with two assistants holding dresses one of them for mom and the other girl for me.