"Why?" Mom asked, facing me squarely, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. "Why are you so against Gideon? That he's not good enough for her or what"
"Because it's starting to sound personal, Sandra. It won't be a bad thing if we have a mafia kingpin in our hands, when I actually thought about it."
"Why?!" I scoffed, taking a furious step forward. "I'm supposed to just say yes to marrying Valerius without laying out my condition?"
"Cynthia is clearly pushing for this marriage so she can be safe and marry Gideon, while I'm not allowed to want it to happen the other way around?!"
"I'm not having this conversation with you at all," she said coldly, turning her shoulders away from me. "Leave."
"Mom..."
"I said leave!! Leave!!"
I clenched my fists until my nails bit painfully into my palms
