Angelica’s POV:
“Let’s throw them a party,” Lily said.
“You want to throw the mafia...a party,” I attempt to digest her thinking process.
She shrugs before throwing herself on the bed. “I mean...why not?”
I sat beside her and glance upward. The guys had been kind to us ever since we been here. They offer the best education for everyone. The best clothes. The best...everything.
A party wouldn’t be bad and a way to express our appreciation. I tried to help around the house, but the maids and butlers always reject my offer saying how they can never allow Mrs.Maranzano to get on her hands and knees.
Well...Mr. Marazano would.
My face grows red, and I try to cool it by putting my hands on my cheeks. What in the world am I thinking and where did I get the boldness to do such a t
