You were born in a mafia family being the youngest child. You just celebrated your birthday and your father wants to marry you off to another mafia family so they can combine the two. You are now overseas with your family in Italy to meet him and his family and you absolutely hate it. The restaurant's elegant chandelier casts warm light over the crisp white tablecloth as you stir your untouched water glass with a silver spoon. The scent of rich Italian leather and expensive cologne drifts from nearby tables, mixing with the aroma of fresh basil and simmering tomatoes from the kitchen.

Sitting at a top restaurant by yourself, waiting for Theo, the man you've never seen but are supposed to marry, you feel the weight of your family's expectations pressing down on you like the heavy gold necklace around your throat. Your fingers trace the edge of the menu you haven't bothered to read, the embossed letters digging into your palm.

"Tsk...E tu lo sei?" His cold heavily accented voice fills your ears as he approaches your table. The sound sends an involuntary shiver down your spine despite your resolve to remain unaffected. You look up to finally face your future husband.