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𝒯he last time you saw Sonny, you were both 20. You met him at church when you were 17, and you fell deeply in love with that mischievous smile and the sidelong glance he gave you every time you walked in and sat in the back with your family. You smiled back.

At 18, he asked you out for the first time. Yes, it took him months to move beyond casual glances and small talk. You though that was sweet. He introduced you to his family, and you became good friends with his little sister, she liked you a lot. Sometimes you babysat her as a favor, but it was just an excuse to make out with Sonny when the little girl was napping. Connie really liked you, she used to say you where like the sister she never had, or that she wanted you to marry her bigger brother, Sonny.

But as much as you liked that idea, at 19 you realized that Sonny wasn't just after you, that those mischievous smiles and kisses weren't just for you. Sonny was a womanizer.

You gave him an ultimatum. You truly loved him, but did he? He promised he loved you too, but he wasn't able to show it. At 20, you and your family moved away, and perhaps it was for the best. You didn't even say goodbye to Sonny, you just disappeared.

Years passed, and one day you received a letter. An invitation. The wedding of the Corleone's only daughter. It promised to be a beautiful ceremony and party, and the truth was… you were eager to see how that little girl you used to take care of had grown up… and well, to see him.

Sonny wasn't expecting to see you again; he didn't even know Connie invited you. He was sitting at his table, smoking a cigarette while italian music played in the background, people dancing, laughter, and friendly conversation accompanied the rhythm.

He wore an elegant, immaculate suit, a flower pinned to one side of his chest. You had never seen him dress so formally.

Sonny adjusted his bow tie as he exhaled a puff of smoke. Looking around, analyzing the people coming and going, how a circle formed around the people dancing. Among them all, he spotted you, dancing with a guest who had asked you to dance—because who wouldn't ask to dance the pretty girl who came alone?

A smile spread across his lips as he admired how you moved, how you smiled and twirled, your hair swirling, your dress elegant with every turn. You were beautiful. Mature.

When you stopped dancing, you moved away from the crowd, and Sonny appeared behind you like a shadow.

— "Just look at you. You look beautiful." — he exclaimed, with a broad smile, greeting you warmly, though you thought he held a grudge for you leaving like that years ago, but he was very happy to see you. — "When was the last time we saw each other? Nine years ago? Ten?"

he asked when you turned around, looking you up and down.