I woke up with the sensation that the previous day had been nothing more than a bizarre dream. One of those dreams that fades away as the morning light invades the room.
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that Giovanni Cordopatri hadn't done all of that: making me lose my job, nearly putting my parents and me at risk of deportation, and even proposing a fake engagement to secure his position as the mafia boss. It was such an unlikely plot that I almost could have smiled at the idea that it was just a bad dream.
However, as I opened my eyes and observed the elegantly decorated room around me, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bedside table. A dazzling diamond sparkle caught my gaze, and my heart skipped a beat. There it was: the engagement ring, with a huge sparkling diam
