Stella
The sun is nice and bright today, offering a blanket of warmth as my mother and I sit outside, watching the butterflies and birds fly by while we work on our respective jobs. My laptop sits in front of me and I slowly type away, working on a new firewall for Sebastian's job while my mother handles paperwork and finances for my father's mafia. There are glasses that sit beside us filled with light cocktails.
I lean back and grab the cup, bringing it to my lips, drinking the sweet cocktail as it helps me cool down beneath the warm sun. I turn and look at my mom who looks up from her papers, and we share a small smile. She lifts up one of the papers and waves it around.
“Luca is always buying so much goddamn gas,” my mother laughs with a snort, “I swear one of these days I'm
