"You are my business. Each and every thing that is related to you deals with me babe."
"No it shouldn't. I can better handle my life."
"Your life was bound to me the day you were born. So better keep your mouth shut and be a good wife to me."
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In the dimly lit bar, the air buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses as the group celebrated Fiora's 19th birthday. The neon lights cast a warm glow on their faces, capturing the joy of the moment. Fiora the birthday girl, radiated happiness, surrounded by her friends, Jake, Emily, and Alex.
As the night unfolded, they shared stories and raised their glasses in cheers. The music pulsed through the venue, setting the rhythm for their carefree celebration. Fiora's laughter echoed, blending seamlessly with the lively atmosphere.
Eventually, the group decided to continue the festivities with a late-night drive. The engine roared to life as Jake took the wheel, the city lights illuminating the road ahead. The cool night air rushed through the open windows, carrying with it the echoes of their laughter.
Arriving at fiora's house, ever the protective friend, made sure that she reached her doorstep safely. The night concluded with a chorus of goodbyes and promises to meet again soon, leaving the memory of her 18th birthday imprinted on the canvas of their shared experiences.
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Fiora's steps echoed through the dimly lit hallway as she entered her home, the lingering excitement from her birthday party still dancing in her eyes. The soft glow of the living room revealed an unexpected scene – her father, is engaged in a conversation with two strangers who were not really strangers to her.
As Fiora hesitated at the entrance, her father glanced up, a mix of surprise and fear in his eyes. The strangers attention towards her and the taller one, unmistakably the mafia boss, wore a dark aroma that accentuated his sharp features.
"Ah, Fiora," her father greeted, attempting to mask the tension in the room. "Meet Mr. Valerio De Luca and Mr. Marcus De Luca . They're bosses of ours."
Fiora nodded, adjusting her dress she sat there, a flicker of curiosity in her gaze as she exchanged polite greetings. Valerio's eyes, however, lingered a moment longer, a subtle yet charged exchange of glances that hinted at an unspoken understanding.
Fiora's outfit:
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The room buzzed with an unspoken energy as Fiora took a seat, the weight of her family's legacy settling around her. As the conversation flowed, she couldn't ignore the undercurrents of the dangerous world she was destined to enter.
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Valerio : Tony, we need to talk. I've noticed your approach with your daughter. You've been too lenient, not raising her in the traditions our community upholds.
Mr. Romano : Valerio, I assure you, I've always had her best interests at heart.
Valerio : Best interests? She's coming back late, Tony, and I saw her in that slutty dress. This is not how we raise our women. You've let her stay too far from our values.
Mr. Romano : I understand your concerns, but times have changed, and we need to adapt. Fiora is intelligent and independent. She can navigate the modern world without compromising our community's standing.
Valerio: Adapt? We don't adapt, Tony. We lead. She needs to understand the responsibilities that come with our name.
Mr. Romano : I appreciate your perspective, but stifling her won't do any good. We can guide her without imposing outdated restrictions.
Valerio: She needs to be a reflection of our family's strength, not wandering off in the night in inappropriate attire. You're her father; you should've instilled discipline.
Well, Tony, find that balance quickly. I won't have my family's reputation tarnished by a mere girl who doesn't understand the gravity of our name.
