[Anastasia’s point of view]
The Mezzesalma household was booming with festivity yet it didn't feel like a celebration because the atmosphere was tense.
Every young female, including Khione and Rue, I was in between them, we stood at the back dressed in the same Italian pattern dress in different colors. Seems like it was tradition for every staff to dress in Italian gowns whenever there was an occasion.
The Russian Crew, Khione had called them this morning and warned me to behave like every other maid, making me wonder when I had not behaved like every other maid, I was only doing my job and wanted to leave this mafia s**t as soon as possible.
The Mezzesalma sat on the right side, all the bosses were there except the godfather who I had not seen since he arrived a few days ag
