Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0195

Chapter 0195

The party is already in full swing when we get there, which makes sense. Even though Kent is technically the host, there’s noway he’s not going to make an entrance. I walk in on Daniel's arm and replace my breath almost immediately stolen at the beautifulscene before me — though I’m not sure why I’m so surprised. When Kent does something, he does it right.

“Wow,” I breathe, pulling a little closer to Daniel as I look around. “Incredible...”

Daniel shrugs, less impressed than me. But then again, he’s been coming to parties like this since he was a kid. I nudge him withmy arm, making him look at me, and then I whisper “so jaded,” teasing him as I wrinkle my nose. Daniel just laughs at me andshrugs, looking around and trying harder to appreciate it.

The party is being held in a beautiful rooftop garden in the center of the city so that buildings rise tall beyond the delicate arcs ofgreenery artfully placed along the rooftop’s waist-high brick walls. The entire place is lit by candlelight and a quartet of musicianssit in an alcove, giving us a little music to pair with the night.

Kent, Natalia on his arm, moves away from Daniel and I to speak with a group of people who come forward to greet Natalia, andAlessi is likewise snapped up. Daniel nods towards the bar, raising a questioning eyebrow my way, and I happily nod. Halfwaythere, though, we’re intercepted by a couple of young men around our age who Daniel introduces as his “cousins,” though I knowthat can’t be right —- Kent doesn’t have any siblings. But these Italian families are so sprawling that I doubt they bother withdifferentiating second- and third-cousins from firsts.

The boys’ conversation is chatty and cheerful, talking about old memories and childhood vacations, but there’s not much roomfor me in it. So I tug on Daniel's arm a little and nod towards the bar again, indicating that I'll go get us some drinks. Daniel nodsto me encouragingly, letting me go.

I quickly walk over to the bar and place our order — a red wine for me, a Manhattan for Daniel — when suddenly I feel a presenceby my side. I turn and am shocked to see Natalia standing close, looking at me rather than the bar tender.

“What did you order?” she asks, cold, not bothering with a greeting.

“Um,” I hesitate, suddenly on guard and doubting the order — even though I know it’s what we want. The bar tender is back withour drinks before I can answer, though, so I nod towards the glass of wine and the whiskey.

“Red wine,” Natalia sneers, looking at the glass with distaste. Then, she turns the look on me. “In the summer?”“Um,” I say again, hating myself in this moment for not having a better retort. But I love red wine...

“Take this back, per favore,” Natalia orders the bar tender. “The girl will have prosecco, and so will I.” The bar tender doesn’thesitate, doing as Natalia says, and I sigh discreetly through my nose. I don’t look at Natalia, a little pissed at being counteredlike that, but she places an elegant finger under my chin and obliges me to turn my face to look at her.

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