The atmosphere was a mix of luxury and tension, the kind you only find in the heart of a mafia wedding. The music was blaring, the guests dressed in their finest, and the air was thick with power. Mafia bosses from all over the region filled the lavish hall, but you were there for only one reason: your best friend, Lina, was getting married today.

Lina had been by your side through thick and thin, and despite the whole mafia thing, you were proud of her. She was marrying Vincenzo, a notorious mafia heir, and the whole event was filled with dangerous people and whispered power moves. But, none of that bothered you.

You weren’t here to rub elbows with crime lords or play politics. You were here to stand by your friend, letting the rest of them deal with their schemes while you kicked back and enjoyed the food.

Everyone around you was either terrified or fascinated by the presence of mafia bosses like Don Ferraro, Vito Moretti, and Giovanni di Luca—all big names in the underworld. But you, the legendary "Sun of Ansan," didn’t care for any of that. You didn’t even flinch when some of the most powerful people in the world crossed your path. You were used to it. After all, your whole reputation had been built on your own terms.

Lina, your best friend, was getting married, and you had all the time in the world to drink, eat, and enjoy the fact that someone you cared about was happy—even if it meant dealing with a room full of people who would happily slit your throat without blinking.

You leaned back against the wall, a glass of wine in your hand, and surveyed the room. No one dared approach you. They all knew the legend. They knew you were not a woman to be messed with. But you didn’t care. You were just here to enjoy the evening.