Rose was not an ordinary businesswoman who earned her livelihood by running a family diner. She was a Mafia Princess. The old Rose with innocence and warm embrace was a freaking Mafia Princess. The mansion in front of me reeked of money and power. The way women dressed for this party, I knew it was a big one. Sweet, innocent looking Rose— Rosaline was actually a member of this dark world. We could hear the faint sound of music even in our car. Several cars were parked in the parking lot as they walked inside while Lucian and I were still in the car.
I wasn't unknown to such parties. I exactly knew how everything worked here. How these parties are so different than the parties teenagers or other people hold and attend. The party is less of a fun and more of competition. It's basically a b
