the heart of New York City's concrete jungle, where the echoes of power and danger reverberate through towering skyscrapers, Corinna Da Luca, a luminous presence in the world of shadows, navigates the intricate web of her Mafia lineage. Shielded by...
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Corinna hair and outfit
The library, with its serene aisles and the scent of aged paper, has always been my sanctuary. In the quiet solitude, I carefully choose books, each one a portal to a different world. Today, as I peruse the shelves, I spot him-the guy from the restaurant. Intrigued, I decide it's time to break the silence.
"Hi again. You work at the restaurant across the street, right?" I ask, a smile playing on my lips.
He grins, confirming his identity. "Yeah, that's me. Do you come here often?"
I nod, admitting, "I practically live in libraries. By the way, your hair is really unique; it suits you."
Blushing, he thanks me, and a conversation unfolds. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before," he says.
I smirk, teasing, "You have a good memory. Maybe it's because I've seen you at the restaurant."
Recognition lights up his face. "Right, right. It's a small world. What's your name?"
"Corinna, but you can call me Corinne," I reply.
He smiles, introducing himself as Leo. "Nice to officially meet you, Corinne."
We delve into discussions about books, favorite coffee, and the quirks of our neighborhood. As my coffee arrives, I notice Vinnie waiting outside, signaling that it's time to leave.
"Well, Leo, it was nice talking to you. I have to go. Maybe I'll see you around?" I say.
"Definitely, Corinne. See you around," he replies with a warm smile.
Leaving the coffee shop, I carry not only my books but also the anticipation of crossing paths with Leo again-a delightful twist in the routine of my carefully guarded world.
As I step out of the coffee shop, Vinnie's discerning gaze meets mine. His silent observation is like a well-practiced dance, and I can almost hear the unspoken question lingering in the air. A playful smirk tugs at my lips as he raises an eyebrow.
"He a potential husband?" Vinnie asks with a subtle yet inquisitive tone.
I chuckle, shaking my head. "No, Vinnie, just someone I know. I don't think he's part of any... intricate family ties. He's just a cute guy from a nearby restaurant."
