Mariana finds out the husband she grieved for is alive after all these years.
Now she must adjust to a new life with the return of Alfie Solomons, without Thomas Shelby and with the new threat of Michael Gray hanging over all of their heads.
Alfie...
"There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Mariana's POV
The ash and the smoke still simmered through my coat A reminder Of what I had to deal with Of a woman who didn't know her place in this world
In my world "You... cooked?" I said surprised, finding Alfie at the kitchen counter "Yeah" he nodded, shifting in place "It looks... nice, thank you" I said genuinely
We ate breakfast together Just me and him. He had let me sleep in And I wasn't sure whether all these gestures were just to get back into my good graces, or whether he actually wanted to cook for me... but either way it was nice.
"So..." Alfie started "So?" I asked, eating "Your birthday is tomorrow" he said I nodded "Yeah... it is" I chuckled
It was funny to think it had already nearly been a year Since he made me dinner Since we danced and kissed and... fucked Since everything had began to feel normal again.
"What are you planning for it?" He asked, trying to sound uninterested But I read through the avoidant eyes Through his casual tone "What do you have planned?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him
"Not me. Aila" he sighed "She wants to throw you a party" he explained "Of course she does" I rolled my eyes "I did tell her you'd hate it" he said
"But she's doing it anyway" I chuckled "Yeah" Fuck. I hate parties
"This is nice you know, talking" Alfie said "Yeah" I nodded, offering him a smile "It is" I said, placing my hand over his "And thank you, for staying off that shit" I said "Anything for you" he said
"Anything? Can you get rid of Irene?" I laughed "I plan on it" he said "What?" I asked "She's fighting a battle she knows she won't win. So she'll try and do as much damage as she can before we get to her. I don't want any damage if I can help it" he explained.
Alfie's POV
"I think she'll love it, it's beautiful" Aila smiled "Yeah, I hope so" I sighed, putting the ring away I thought it'd be a nice gesture A... romantic gesture I know I wasn't great at them. But I wanted Mar to know how much I love her, how much I appreciate her.
"So you're bringing her at 7 alright?" Aila asked "Yes" I said for the millionth fucking time.
"And she'll like the vase?" She asked again "Yes" I repeated It was a vase. I don't think she'd give a fuck either way to be honest.
