Maria

Chapter 8

Angela zipped up the back of my knee-length midnight blue body-con dress.

"Aren't you excited?" She says turning to face me.

"I am, I am it's just after hearing all that, I don't know, there's just some hesitation coming into tonight" I exhaled and ran my hands through my dress to straighten it out.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and buckled my black pumps.

"He's still the same Luca." She says while putting her hands on her hips.

It's was about 7:50 pm now and he should be coming any moment and I couldn't be anymore excited as I am perturbed. My stomach felt unsettled with a mixture of frogs bouncing and knots churning.

"I know I know" I sighed clasping my necklace.

"Well I guess I should get going now" she mentions.

I take my phone out of my charger and we walk down the staircase to the door. I opened the door and watched her leave in hurry as 8pm was swiftly approaching us.

"Bye Angela, we'll hang out soon" I yell waving my hands goodbye.

"Of course, bye Maria have fun" she chuckles while making a turn onto the sidewalk.

I close the door and made my way to the living room to see that Nonna and my mom were watching tv.

"Hey mom I have a date tonight" I mentioned.

"Oh really with who?" She asks.

She's probably surprised considering that we've only been here a couple of days yet I've racked myself up a date.

"His name is Luca....Alessandro, we met him last night at the party" I hesitated slightly before mentioning his last name. Hoping that she doesn't decide then and at that moment to tell me about our association with the Alessandro family.

Her brows drew together and lines formed in her forehead. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something but no words were coming out. Seems like she was watching her next choice of words. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

I looked over at Nonna and she had her head tilted to the side with her scratching her head.

"I don't think that would be a good idea" Mom exhaled.

"Well, he's coming at 8 so it's too late now" I shrugged.

"Yeah baby, I don't think it's wise to hang with that Alessandro boy" Nonna remarks.

"Why? There's nothing wrong with him" I chuckled.

Usually, I'm not the type to disobey or be rude to my mother but I'm still mad over the fact she didn't tell me that Papa Giovanni is the Don for the Scaletta family or that Dad was next in line. Or the simple fact that we're in the mob. These facts can play some crucial keys to figuring out who killed Dad but everyone seems to want to keep it from me.

Can't you blame me for being upset? Mom told me she loved me and I took her at her word. She said that I was her daughter and her love and over the years she became part of the bedrock of my personality. Then one dark and gloomy night, dad was shot and everything had changed. She promised that she would tell me everything about the case or things that can be helpful to help undercover who had killed him so I can feel at ease. But since we've moved, I've discovered more things that can help with the case and she won't even consider the chances of the opportunities we have here. I grown to be more bitter, I love her, there's no doubt in that. It's just, putting all your faith and trust in one person and have them continue to lie straight to your face and have them not listen to your requests can take a toll on anyone. I can't help but feel like she's hiding something from me.