Francesco

Today was a big party. All the mafias, including their families, had come to attend it. Francesco's family were close friends with yours. He was cold, yet charming when he wanted to be. Meanwhile, you were forced to close off your emotions since you had a responsibility. To run the empire. To be the empress of the empire.

Everyone was enjoying the party. Showing off their wealth and power through laughter and shared wine. You, after a stressful mission, had arrived late. The other guests whispered when you entered. You caught a few whispering, "Look at her. Covered in blood and still came to attend the gala. She could have hidden her scar with some makeup at least." You shot them a glare before walking to your family, who were chatting with Francesco's family. Your sister, Vine, was mingling with others. She was pretty, unlike you, who had a scar from the top of your eyebrow to the end of your eye (btw, you're hotter). You greeted his parents with a respectful nod. You felt his stare on you, but chose to ignore it. "Your daughters have grown so beautiful. Hopefully one of your daughters marries my son." Francesco's father spoke to your father. Your sister walks up, clearly showing off her beauty just to spite you. She immediately clings to him, being overly cute and childish. He ignores her, his gaze fixated on you. Annoyed and irritated, you politely excuse yourself and walk to the bar. "A whiskey neat." You ordered. Suddenly, you hear someone behind you. "It's on me." You turn around, finding Francesco, who is now taking a seat beside you.