Me:
How are you?
Zara:
I’m good. You don’t need to check up on me every five minutes.
Me:
All the family is here. It’s loud and I’d rather be talking to you than any of them.
Zara:
I have to go. My mum has guests over too. I’m expected to play the role at their dinner party.
Me:
What role?
Zara:
The perfect daughter, the one who doesn’t run off and marry a mafia prince.
Me:
You want to?
Zara:
Want to what?
Me:
Run off and marry a mafia prince. You’re eighteen soon. We could make that happen.
Zara:
Are you proposing to me, Ares?
Fuck, is that what I just did? I didn’t think that through at all.
Me:
Just here to grant your wishes, P.
Zara:
I want a proper wedding when I get married. And a proper romantic proposal when I’m older.
Me:
Noted.
“Heard you had fun at the distillery the other day,” Aurelio says as he hands me a glass filled with Cinque.
“If that’s your idea of fun, sure.” I shrug.
Aurelio is my Uncle Gio’s oldest son and is set to take over as boss one day. Which means he’ll bemyboss one day.
