I pinched at the delicate piece of skin that held the most expensive diamond earring I have ever worn. My fingertips trailed from my earlobe down to my chest where they stopped right above the stringed diamonds. The closet mirror reflected my image, allowing me to see myself behind each action. However, my feather light touch felt foreign, as if my movements were controlled by someone else.
The weight of the diamond necklace from last night’s dinner offered me another glimpse at the extent of Luciano’s wealth. As a young girl, money wasn’t a concern. My father’s illegal dealings ensured he would never find himself low on income. Despite having access to the finer things in life, I wasn’t spoiled by my father with extravagant gifts. To him, my survival was the greatest gift he could ever
