A New Life

Vittoria

The mirror reflected a girl I was still getting used to being again, one who wasn't bruised, hunted, or afraid. One who laughed. One who healed. One who loved.

I slid my pearl earring into place, smoothing a hand over my hair. My fingers trembled, not from nerves but from excitement. Tonight wasn't just any dinner-it was a celebration. Carmela was pregnant. Carmela, the gentle mafia wife.