The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession
It looked too pretty, a thin, golden piece that shimmered under the lights, a tiny rose engraved at the center.
Her thumb brushed over it. Simple. Soft.
Just like her.
“It’s... pretty.” Rosa murmured, almost in awe.
The woman nodded. “Soft gold, crystal accents, perfect for someone special.”
Rosa offered a small nod. “I’ll take this one.” she whispered, more to herself than to the woman.
Rosa silently thanked God, it was the start of a new month, and her paycheck had just arrived. If it hadn’t, there was no way she could afford something this elegant for Aria.