My eyes dropped to where my hands were fidgeting with the front of my dress. She wasn’t wrong. I’d been living in a small bubble of a dream since this morning. That wasn’t me, though. Thinking I was someone beautiful and felt like I was a normal mafia princess was a delusion. My three sister-in-laws, Marek, even Juri, helped me forget for a little while. Sheena was just saying what everyone else was thinking.

What I didn’t expect was the resounding sound of a hard slap rippling through ...