The White Lily — Episode 5

Lorenzo left to greet the other capos, and Mia walked back to me holding a glass of The timid scholarship girl was gone. In her place stood someone who tasted power. You have everything, Elena. Why do you need to take this one moment of glary from me?

You grew up in luxury. I only wanted Lorenzo's protection for one night. Luxury? You think I'm better off than you? Phone buzzed. Uncle Luca's message. Figure it out yourself.

I was shaking, cold. I hugged myself. Mia touched my frozen hand like she was my lord. Elena, do you think Lorenzo even knows what the gala means? So you exactly know, right?

Sure. It's a matchmaking event, but it's just formality. Half these arrangements fall apart anyway. Then can you get the lily back from Mia? I'll return it tomorrow. That's not good.

I already gave it to her. How would it look if I took it back? All my frustration exploded. Lorenzo, you know I won't cling to you!

I have someone I care about! After three years, you're free! Why did you humiliate me tonight? Her smile vanished.

He stepped close, whacking me against the wall. Someone you care about? Again with this. Elena, no one else will take you.

You're a Moretti bastard. Everyone in Palermo knows you're mine. My shadow! My little follower!

The words cut deep. Being called a follower, a lapdog, It was all to survive in the Moretti. Hearing it from his mouth made me sick.