ISLA
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My stomach was in knots as the car started to slow down. Through the tinted windows, I could see the flood of expensive cars stopping one after the other, each of them dropping off expensive guests who dressed like royalty. It easily reminded me of my family.
Although I wasn’t interested, my mom often dragged me to events like this, reminding me I was the only daughter of the Smiths, reminding me to keep up my appearances because eyes were watching. I barely ever spent up to an hour in any of these events because as soon as I showed my face to everyone, I made up an excuse to go home. That was also why I had no friends in the mafia, hence no one to help me.
Beside me, Lorenzo was in a tailored black suit, his tie knotted with precision, his watch and cufflinks glinting. He lo
