CAT
After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I splash water on my face and growl into my palms. I feel so embarrassed.
Seriously, Cat? The man asked to make you a De Santi and the only way you could think about is through marriage?
I must have been out of my mind. What was I thinking?
I can't believe I also said it out loud to Will. Luckily, he didn't understand what I meant by being his wife. At least I hope he didn't, or I'll never be able to face him.
I straighten up and look at my reflection. I look no different from my usual self, but I feel different. I am a criminal now.
I already killed someone and that should have made all the difference but it didn't. That was not a choice. I was forced to do it. On the other hand, I chose to do this–to take this oath and become part of the mafia.
