Elena
The yellow polka-dotted sundress I wore danced in the strong ocean breeze as I walked into the rather large hut. I had my hair in a half-up, half-down style, with a yellow bow pinned to the back of my hair.
I had rushed to take my bath and tried not to come late. So no, I had no makeup except my mascara and lip liner.
And yes, my skin still felt a tad bit irritated after sleeping with my makeup on. My poor sensitive skin.
The sides of the hut were all open, like half walls and not fully walled in. A large dining table sat in the center, and a few members of the famiglia were present.
And some new faces—wives and cousins and sisters of the Don that I didn’t even know existed. I guess he was always the prodigal son Rafael had told me about, pushing away every member of his family.
