Craving My Mafia Obsession
SABRINA’S POV
The backyard had been transformed. Rows of pastel-colored balloons swayed in the warm breeze, tied to every chair, every post, every available corner.
White tables with rose gold runners sat in perfect lines beneath the trellis, each place set with glass plates, cloth napkins folded like tiny dresses.
Cupcake towers that sparkled in the sun. The air smelled like vanilla cake, cotton candy, and lilac.
A pink-and-gold bounce house dominated the far end of the lawn, filled with screaming laughter, tulle skirts, and glitter face paint.
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