The lost Mafia princess
Bringing a stranger into their home seemed reckless, especially after all they had been through.
The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. Turning, she saw the woman—Rose—enter the room. Her movements were timid, almost as if she were trying not to disturb anything.
“So, what’s your name?” Elizabeth asked, her tone polite but laced with curiosity.
The woman glanced up, her pink hair catching the sunlight. It was an unusual color, one that made her stand out even more. “Rose,” she said softly.
Elizabeth nodded, studying her closely. Rose had delicate features, with almond-shaped eyes that suggested she might be Korean. Her clothes were simple but clean, and despite her calm demeano
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