Maybe I should consider therapy.
I was quick to shrug off the thought. It wasn’t a good look for the Riccis. GOD! I still cared about what people thought! But it couldn’t be helped, right? That’s just what my job was. I needed to stay in the spotlight. There was no escaping it.
My eyes slowly focused better on the article before me as my mind registered the news. I could feel my heart sinking, knowing once again that there was no convincing Cristo of the mischief that he’d been strung to, being made to dance between the puppeteer and myself like his life was some sort of a game.
There really was no escaping it…
RENOWNED MATCH-MAKER CAUGHT PLAYING HOOKY WITH MAFIA’S NEXT HEIR
