The day I returned home happened to be the night of Ethan’s graduation party.
His father, Mr. Luciano, was the current Don of the mafia, and with Ethan heading off to college, he was expected to gradually start learning the ropes of the family business. So, while the event was framed as a celebration of his academic achievement, it was really just another networking affair for the family’s business associates.
Since part of my family’s business still relied on Mr. Luciano, I didn’t want to put my parents in a tough spot, so I agreed to attend.
The moment I stepped into the grand hall, my eyes locked onto someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. It was Ethan, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. He looked even more mature and imposing than he had at prom.
Seeing him again after two months stirred a confusing mix of emotions in me. I wasn’t even sure what I felt maybe anger, maybe regret, or perhaps just the remnants of a once–strong attachment.
All I knew was that my first instinct was to avoid him.
Ethan must have sensed my presence because he turned his head, and our eyes met
for a brief, electric moment.
I quickly looked away, trying to slip into the crowd, but he strode over and caught my wrist before I could escape. He frowned, opening his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, Sylvia suddenly looped her arm through his, pressing herself close. She smiled at me, her tone dripping with saccharine sweetness.
