Sofia was a so called 'Mafia Princess'. Everybody knew her father Luca Bianchi and everyone knew what he was capable of. She lives in London with the hopes of not following in any path of the mafia and to live a normal life without people being scar...
(I picked this song because it makes me think of life going well but slowly goes down hill , like Sofia's life.)
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Sofia's 'now' Boyfriend Jason as Theo James
Sofia's POV
It was just another typical day in London for me, but the sun was out which made a change to the average gloomy weather we get. I loved the sun, it reminded me of Italy whenever it came out here.
Speaking of Italy I haven't heard from my dad....
Ring....Ring....Ring
I spoke to soon.
"Mi amore, Come stai?"
'Why must he always speak Italian to me.'
" I'm good thanks dad. How is everything where you are?"
We spoke for around thirty minutes, he just basically nags on at me for not going to see him and my brothers in Italy and to see if my mum has left my step dad yet.
I do the usual rontine I do every morning, shower, talk to dad, ring mum, text Jason, get dressed and leave for work. I have done the same every morning since I moved here two years ago, some people would probably get bored of the same day in day out but compared to my life before it is heaven.
I left my house at 8:30 so I had time to stop at the coffee shop around the corner. The street where I lived down in Chelsea was quiet with no drama which I loved.
I didn't know a lot of people in London, I didn't even know my neighbour, but I knew my dad knows him from when he brought me my house so I made sure I didn't have no contact with him.
If my dad was involved there would be drama.
Today was mine and Jason one year anniversary so we were going out tonight to this little French resturant not far from where I lived. He didn't text to say 'happy anniversary' but knowing him he would surprise me with something.
I arrived at the cafe ordered an espresso to go and made my way to Vogue London where I worked.
I made my way straight to the reception desk thinking Jason would have sent some flowers or a gift in.
"Hey Mary, has there been anything sent in for me?"
My hopes were shattered when she handed me a folder full of fabrics and patterns.
"Only this folder for you to decide what is going to be best for next season".
I took the folder and made my way to my office.
'He wouldn't forget would he?'
I shook my head, he would never forget we have a great relationship.
It was 5:30 finishing time for me. I haven't heard one single word from Jason, he never replied to me this morning, there has been no gifts or surprises and I have spent a fortune on him in gifts for him. My mind started to go into overdrive.
