Never See You Again, Don
The day after my sister broke up with her mafia boyfriend, she went off on vacation to clear her head.
She swore she'd find a man even better than her ex, and she sent me a whole stack of profiles of good-looking guys.
She wanted me to help her pick.
I was about to tap the screen when Dante snatched the phone away, his brow furrowing as he let out a soft laugh.
"You are my Donna! Don't pick up her bad habits."
Before I could get a good look, Dante deleted every last photo.
I explained, "She's not really like that. She was with that boyfriend for eight years, and he hurt her too deeply."
"She kept him like a treasure. Even I never got to meet him."
Dante raised an eyebrow and, a little stiffl