The Mafia’s Unwanted Daughter Is Now Their Downfall Chapter 11

The Mafia’s Unwanted Daughter Is Now Their Downfall Chapter 11

The next day, I let my own hair down, borrowed one of

Bianca’s dresses, and went to see Luca.

The second he saw me, he laughed.

After he finished laughing, he asked, “Elena, are you trying to copy Bianca?”

“I’ve never seen anyone look more awkward in a dress.”

Back then, I thought it was because I still hadn’t learned to imitate her well enough.

Now I understood.

Everyone is their own person.

The people around me were just so used to focusing on Bianca that they had never really bothered to see me.

I hadn’t left too late.

After cutting my hair, I also bought several comfortable

pantsuits.

Once I’d changed my look, I went to the park by the Brooklyn

Bridge.

That night, all the lights of Manhattan were blazing.

I walked slowly along the river, the breeze cool and soft against my face.

When I reached the end of the path, I saw my reflection in

the water.

The short hair looked neat and sharp. I looked brighter,

somehow–more alive.

What surprised me most were my eyes.

They looked clear.

And relaxed.

I stared at that face for a long time, and my eyes slowly grew

hot.

Without anyone suppressing me, mocking me, or using the

head of the Family’s orders to dictate where I had to stand, I

could finally see *myself*.

I was no one’s foil.

And no one else could define me.

I could step forward, speak, make my own decisions, and go anywhere I wanted.