The Mafia Princess

Jasmine   “Did you get the money?” My mom asked through the phone, which I put on speaker as I fixed myself in front of the mirror. My black hair was in a bob hair cut, it saves me time trying to fix them after I got out of the shower. I wore my usual outfit. Cheap but comfortable shirt, pants and a pair of sneakers. Most of my clothes came from thrift shops but hey, it’s economical. What matters is functionality. Who cares how much it costs, as long as it serves its purpose.  It was the most boring clothes out there but that’s exactly the point, for me not to stand out, to blend in the crowd. Finally, I slung my worn out sling bag across my chest. I don’t want to waste money buying a new one when I can still use this one. I silently commend the maker for its durability. I have no choice but to be practical when we’re broke.  “Yeah, I did. Thanks by the way.” I tell her as I lock up the house.

Hope   I woke up to a beautiful view of the sunrise from the bedroom of my apartment on 220 Central Park South. I descended to the living room of my four story apartment. There are 3 balconies in the living room with 3 sets of full glass double doors that allow for abundant natural light while discreetly balancing that blend in with the wall color. There’s also a place for curtains to hang subtly whenever I don’t want the light streaming in.   The apartment itself has 70 linear feet of views looking over Central Park. You don’t have to be a New Yorker to appreciate the address 220 Central Park South which of course is on the southern end of the city’s iconic park so the penthouse looks over the entire 2.5 miles of green to the north with Manhattan stretching out to the south   I went to the kitchen and found Natasha preparing my breakfast. The kitchen comes with marble counter tops, 2 sinks, 2 ovens, 2 dishwashers, a sub

Hope     “Hope, oh my gosh, I never thought I would ever attend a concert like this.” Jane say, she looks pretty in her white dress.   “Thanks for inviting us, Hopey.” Casper said, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. He looks ravishing in his suit. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous.   To my friends  I’m just a rich kid wallowing in my family’s hard earned money. Our family owns many of the top most companies and properties in America. However, the business is a cover-up for the real business that takes place in the shadows. The Mafia Empire.   The world isn’t everything that we see.   Just like how this concerto is just a front for the quasi-legal transactions that would follow soon after.   “Come on, let’s go in before we all catch a cold.” I said and we entered Carnegie Hall.   Carnegie Hall ha

Hope     “Hey guys, do you want to have a three day stay-cation with me this weekend?” I asked Casper and Jane as we hang out at Washington Park, eating ice cream. The weather is starting to get cold but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream.   “Where are we going?” Casper asks. Luckily, we didn’t sign up for classes on a Friday so our classes end on Thursday and we have a three day long weekend to relax and chill.   “I’d have to check on our hotel, is that okay with you?” I tell him. Nikolai tells me I don’t have to work but I insisted on doing something so he agreed on letting me handle one of our hotels. Since I’m in New York right now, I try to visit our hotel here as much as I could.   “Oh, you mean one of your hotels here in New York. Sure.” Jane says almost instantly.   “Why? Is something wrong with your apartment?” Casper asks. I’ve invited them for a sle

It’s 5 am right now and I am currently ready to go to Aspen. We’re here at La Guardia Airport and it looks very empty so far. I’m ready to go out to Aspen and enjoy nature. Of course, Natasha and Ivan came along with us. As soon as we got there, we are on our way to rent some skis, and you know, a helmet, and ski goggles and whatnot. I’m just so excited because I can already see the slopes. The whole place is gorgeous, although there’s a little bit something different today. I’m sure there’s a lot of wind. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I’ve missed this so much.” Ugetsu says beside me. “As a Swiss person, I approve of the ski slopes here in Colorado.” Ugetsu’s mom is Japanese but his father is Swiss. They lived in Zurich, Switzerland although he also often visits Japan and even studied there. “There’s a lot that Aspen has to offer.” I told him. A little unsure where we’re going but I think for the third time we’re going down Buttermilk Mountain.