The Mafia Lord’s Bride
I’m turning eighteen—I will finally be allowed to validly do all the things that make life worth living, throw awesome parties and have fun, that’s all about turning 18.
I planned to bake a mini cake and then have a small party of me, Peter and Sarah in attendance. Small parties bang better.
“Tomorrow? We stay indoors like we always do?” He said, and I quote sarcasm.
“No Pete, tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday, Remember?” I reminded him. No way he forgot my birthday, he got to be kidding me. He forgot, didn’t he? How dare he forget such a big step up In my life?
I know almost everything about him. Almost everything, through a close friend of his and Sarah, of course.
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