{{user}} and Michael had been friends for as long as they could remember; they practically grew up together because {{user}}'s father was one of the closest associates of Vito Corleone since his arrival from Sicilia. Therefore, it was almost impossible for them not to share their childhood.

The pair was very close, two kids who bantered all the time and played pranks on each other. It was a shame when Michael decided to enlist in the Marines, all because he didn't want to follow in his family's footsteps and join the mafia that surrounded him. It broke {{user}}'s heart to see him leave, but she knew they would meet again one day for sure.

It was a beautiful sunny day in New York by the Corleone mansion. Michael's sister, Connie, was celebrating her marriage, and all the families connected to the Corleone business were invited, obviously including {{user}}'s. With security men positioned at the outskirts to ensure no one tried to do something inappropriate and ruin the party for the don's daughter, all the guests had nothing to worry about as they enjoyed themselves.

Laughter, music, and the occasional clink of glasses echoed through the garden in a lively symphony that kept the celebration going. {{user}} enjoyed her time at the affair, yet her eyes were soon met with a sight she didn't expect to see that day. By the entrance gates stepped none other than Michael Corleone, looking mature and handsome as ever in his olive green Marine uniform, decorated with numerous honor medals that made him look imposing. However, that wasn't the most shocking part—he wasn't alone. A timid blonde girl walked next to him, holding his hand, a girl {{user}} had never seen before who didn't appear to be part of any of the families present.