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"Thank you," I accept the glass and hold it with no intention of drinking from it.
Meanwhile, Bianca downs hers in a gulp. "These events will be the death of me." She sighs. "Wanna grab something to eat? I'm hungry."
I nod and follow her deeper into the mansion. I do know I cannot trust anyone at a banquet where enemies are showering each other with fake smiles and compliments, but there is no way she would do anything to me. Not unless she wants to start a clash of syndicates. She leads me to the pantry and takes down a large packet of cookies. She opens it and leans against the wall, kicking off her heels in the process.
I understand her pain. While I'm used to carrying around trays of food in heels, it's not enjoyable in the slightest bit. I take a cookie when she hands the packet to me. I didn't get to eat anything either, and I'm starving.
"So," she says, crunching a cookie. "What is it like, being a mafia wife?"
