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The clock neared 7 as each tick tormented the young girl who awaited in apprehension. A few guests were already lingering in the grand hall room. Some admired the elegance of design, whereas a few women were held tightly next to an older man in which no connection sparked between.
The mafia was a cruel regime which silenced and oppressed the voice of women. Men were the puppet masters, they dictated and controlled the world beneath them. Women were only pawns in the game, being used as tools for marriage or childbirth.
Angel despised the outdated system. Apart from her father, she viewed the men of the mafia to be rather chauvinistic.
Her father, however, loved her mother deeply. Their marriage was not one of force or arrangement, but rather passion and devotion. Perhaps there was a darker aspect to her father, a side which he hid from Angel. How else did he become second in command to Salvatore?
Upon recent days, Angel grew rather fond of Nicollo. Like her father, she saw a difference in him compared to the other obnoxious men of the mafia. She craved to speak to him at the gala, she found a sense of warmth and comfort in his personality.
However, she feared Salvatore's wrath if he ever found out that his Angel dared to speak to the man which he warned her to stay far away from.
Angel stood apathetically in her room as she was woken from her daydream by the voice of Elena.
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