THE MAFIA’S HIDDEN PRINCESS RETURNS
“Come on. Let’s find you someone to dance with.”
“I’m married, Vic…”
“Your husband is in Boston with his supposedly-dead ex-girlfriend. I think the rules of marriage are a little flexible right now.”
Elena wanted to argue, but Victoria was already pulling her into the crowd. The ballroom was packed, easily three hundred people, maybe more. Everyone wore masks, some simple, some elaborate. It made everyone equal somehow, all identities hidden behind silk and feathers.
Victoria introduced her to people, names Elena immediately forgot. A lawyer, a banker, someone who owned hotels. They all smiled politely, made small talk, looked right through her the way people always did.