STELLA

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about mafia events, it’s that they’re not parties. They’re performances.

Everything here is like a camouflage for all the old men who only drink and don't ever smile.

I don’t want to be here. I'd rather be anywhere but here, but apparently being engaged to a Bratva heir means my social calendar is no longer my own.

Not that it ever was. I’ve been the Reynolds princess my whole life, the girl who smiles for photographs while half ...