Lucky for me, after I’d introduced Evelyn to my family, Sofia had quickly gone to work to distract her as I’d asked.
I watched as my tall and elegant cousin clasped Evelyn’s hands as if they were life-long friends, chatting animatedly. Sofia was a born and bred princess of the mafia— tall and lanky like a model, with billowing waves of thick dark hair that hung to her waist and strong, classic Italian features with large brown eyes centered in her face. I swirled my whiskey around in my class as I leaned against the banister and watched the two women.
“Your guest is lovely, cugino. What family does she hail from?”
My eyes left Evelyn’s figure to slide over to my Uncle Alessandro. I knew they would assume she was a rich daughter of the criminal world— dressed as she is, she looked ever
