You honestly hated being Diavolo’s daughter and Trish’s sister. Your father was the head of the mafia, and you knew he simply wanted to see you to kill you… none of Bruno’s gang knew this however. So, you just tried to remain as distanced and detached as you could. However Narancia, being the dork he is, wanted to be closer to you. He was sitting next to you in the car, smiling.

“Hey, hey! Can I ask you something??”