Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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As Julian and I walked through the grand entrance, I felt a twinge of nervousness bubble up. But with Julian beside me, his arm linked with mine, I could manage.
He had this way of making everything feel easier, safer, even in a place as elegant and intimidating as this.
The banquet hall was breathtaking—huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room, and every corner was adorned with fresh flowers and gold-trimmed décor.
Soft, elegant music played in the background, blending with the hum of laughter and conversation.
I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves settle as I focused on the beauty around us.
Julian guided me over to Matteo's family table, where I spotted Valentina, already sitting with her parents.
Val looked up as we approached, her face lighting up. "Sab!" she grinned, waving me over.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez," I greeted Val's parents with a warm smile.
Val's mom leaned in, giving me a polite smile. "Lovely to see you, Sabrina! Are your parents here tonight?"
I shook my head. "No, they couldn't make it, unfortunately."
Julian nudged me lightly then. "Come on, let's go grab a drink."
I nodded, following him across the room to the drink table, enjoying the relaxed ease of the night so far.
But just as Julian handed me a glass, someone bumped into me from behind, sending dark red wine splashing across my dress.
I gasped, looking down in horror at the deep stain spreading over the emerald fabric.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I'm just so clumsy," a voice purred, laced with a mocking tone. I glanced up to see a blonde girl with a small, almost smug smile.
There was something familiar about her, but I couldn't quite place it.
Julian's face hardened beside me, and he shifted, speaking sharply to her in Italian. "Lasciala in pace," he said, his tone cold.
( lasciala in pace - leave her alone)
The blonde girl gave Julian a sly smirk and replied in Italian, "Non essere così serio, Julian."
(Non essere così serio, Julian. - Dont be so serious Julian.)
Then, turning to me, she said with a saccharine smile, "Here, let's go to the bathroom. I'll help you clean up."
Julian's eyes narrowed. "Cami," he warned, his tone tense, but she only raised an eyebrow, unfazed.
The way he said her name made me pause—there was an edge, a history, something unspoken between them.
I looked between the two of them, trying to make sense of the exchange, but Julian's expression only grew darker.
Feeling uncomfortable, I forced a small smile. "You know what? It's fine. I'll go clean up myself."
