Page 2 of His Son's Brid
"You know what I mean. She needs someone mature. Someone who's actually lived. Someone who's not going to piss himself the second he finds out her dad's a mafia Don."
I fish my phone out of my clutch and pull up the notes app. The bucket list stares back at me, mocking.
Aurora Olivera's Bucket List (Age 18):
Get into top accounting program ?
Make real friends ?
Travel outside the country ?
Learn to drive stick shift ?
Get drunk in a foreign city ?
Stand up to Dad at least once ?
Willingly lose virginity to someone I actually choose
Own something Dad's money didn't buy ?
Seven out of eight. Not bad, except the one I'm missing is the one that matters. The one that's supposed to make me feel like I own my body, like I'm not just some pawn waiting to be traded off in my father's next alliance.
Four days. That's all I have left before I go home. Before I step back into that world of arranged marriages and family obligations and being Luca's daughter instead of just Aurora.
"Stop looking at that thing," Chloe snatches my phone. "Tonight's about celebrating, remember? You're a certified accountant! You can legally bore people with tax law now!"
