In this chapter you'll be introduced to two of my favourite characters 😍
This chapter is very important to the story and the plot, so pay attention 👀 I'd say it's the most important one.
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In bed early 😴 or night owl 🦉?
"You're really getting married?" Damian stared at me wide eyed, his little pink ice cream spoon halfway to his lips.
Ice cream dates were our thing.
"Yeah." I sighed, leaning back in the plush chair at our favourite ice cream parlour in Manhattan.
They always give extra sprinkles for free if you charm them in the right way. It just helps that Damian and I can be pretty charming when we want extra sprinkles.
"You agreed?"
"I don't really have a choice, Damy. At least if I cooperate, I'll get some kind of say in who I marry which is unheard of for women in my
position.""Damn." He whispered, taking a bite of his chocolate fudge ice cream. "Well, do you know who you might marry?"
"That's actually what I wanted your opinion on. I think you'll know all the candidates we talked about this morning."
I took my phone out to find the notes I'd made during our early meeting this morning over breakfast.
It was going to take me a long time to recover from the mental trauma of being awake so early.
My plan was to research every name and gather as much intel as I could. That meant I was going to ask Damian for his opinion on each one. He's the only one who wouldn't sugarcoat it or hide anything from me.
When he realised what we were about to do, my cousin grinned, rubbing his hands together. "This is going to be fun."
He's finding excitement in my misery.
"So, we decided to go around the world and list all the different organisations." I couldn't think of a better word to use in such a crowded ice cream parlour.
Since we lived in New York for most of the year, I decided to start in America.
"The American Mob is run by-"
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