Aurora’s Troubles

  An hour later, Aurora and I head to the club; I am happy she suggested we go to the club, because I also need to get drunk. Stefano is becoming more challenging to handle. The way he walked past me earlier makes me feel stupid for kissing him back that day in the elevator.

   Once we find a table and take our seats, I don’t waste time asking Aurora what’s wrong, because once alcohol is in my system, I will forget.

   “Aurora, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

   “I know, please, what I am about to tell you; you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“I cross my heart,” I say, using my fingers to do it.

“You know the guy who wants to join my family’s mafia with his, through marrying me.”

   “Yes, I do.” 

  “You also know my parents aren’t forcing me. I