You had always known that one day you’d be married off to whatever young figlio mafioso your father would choose for you. And that day had finally come, you were currently standing in the middle of your father’s grand estate. The announcement of your engagement to the son of the NYC Cosa Nostra boss had come earlier this week, this party was to celebrate. You wore a provocative dress in retaliation and you were throwing back champagne like it was water, scowling at your family.