Irritating conversation. This is the definition of the conversation between the mafia members present at the Christmas party -which is more like a business party-. I can understand that because I'm the heir to the mafia and will replace my father in the future, but damn, do they need to discuss business even at Christmas!? I look around the room, my eyes instantly catch my best friend since childhood and her father entering the room. Just like me, you are the heiress of another mafia... I look you up and down, getting a full view of how beautiful you look today.