**Translation: The Mafia Queen**
Since the day I was born my father has prepped and trained me to be the perfect girl. Ivy League school, perfect manners, perfect personality and the perfect sense of humour. It was like he was raising a robot, not...
I sigh in relief that there are no paparazzi. They're so annoying, but this is a family event so it would be silly if they were here. We enter the house and I gasp, the interior is even more impressive than the outside. There is a grand staircase split into two sides when you walk in, and underneath a long hallway which I'm guessing leads to the ballroom because I can here voices. We walk down the hall, and I can't help but look back and stop.
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"Was that a washroom we passed?" I ask. "Yup." Gwen answers, "but hurry, the opening speech starts in ten!" I hustle as fast as the heels will allow me and gratefully use the washroom.
My anticipation and nerves build as I get closer to a pair of light double doors that have two guards standing on either side. "Name." Lefty says. "Brianna Carter." Lefty nods to righty, and they both open the doors to reveal a grand old fashioned ballroom, with a magnificent staircase leading to the floor. At the sound of the doors opening, every head turns in my direction.
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"You got this, Brianna. Just breathe. And try to avoid Jax." I descend the stairs, and almost immediately a man rushes up to me. "Wow, aren't you a beauty." I almost hurl as I recognize who it is. "I'd stay far away from me Dorian, I'm not as nice as I look." His grey eyes flash. "My apologies, Brianna. Enjoy your night with my nephew." "I will," I say, starting to walk by him, "but you're mistaken if you think it's going to be Jax." He says something but I don't hear.
~Jax POV~ I hear the doors open, and my head snaps up. Santo Cazzo. (Holy f**k.) A gorgeous brunette descends the staircase wearing a dress that compliments her shimmering tanned skin. My heart flutters at the sight of her, I've never felt like this before. "Babe. Baby." Ashley tugs at my suit sleeve, but I ignore her as anger and jealousy swell inside of me as I see my uncle walk up to her. "I'll be back." I tell her, really not caring at all that she's there anymore.
*This next convo is going to be in all Italian* "Uncle, who was that woman?" I gaze after her when I ask the question. "Oh, Jaxy." He shakes his head. "That one wants nothing to do with you." I scrunch my eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Do you not recognize her from how she holds herself? How her eyes flared when she saw me?"
