[This is the second book of the "Mrs. Mafia" trilogy]
It's been two years since Napoleon DiStefano was born and it's all been absolutely amazing for Apollo and Arabella DiStefano. The family has been the happiest since they lost a vital member, peop...
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My lips are coated with matte red lipstick, there is a dramatic eyeliner wing placed on my eyelid and the mascara on the upper lashes of course; the hairstyle I chose for today is straight hair.
This time around I'm just going to tell Apollo but I want to make dinner for all of us. I think we need some downtime, no fancy anything just have dinner in our PJs while talking about sexual encounters.
"Thank you, Arabella," Mariano said as I stepped into the black SUV "this is the only way for my daughters not to pick up on the negative energy between their mother and me."
"I know you would do it for me," I smiled "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Good luck."
"I don't need it," I winked and he smiled "go relax, I'll text you updates."
"Love you," he said before closing the door.
"Your dad is a nervous Nelly," I said over my shoulder at the three babies on their respective car seats "and yours," I directed my attention to Napoleon "he is a whory Wheatley," my son giggled making me grin.
When I arrived at the Eiffel Tower, Allegra was already there. She was wearing a pair of white jeans, a baby blue oversized knitted sweater and black ankle boots; she's a beautiful girl who has made some bad decisions. Definitely not the first nor last one.
"Hi," she smiled softly looking at me "I'm not late and he's not with me."
"Pretty good so far," I half-smiled; she has been really trying. She texts me almost every day asking for pictures of the babies and wanting to know if they're okay.
I think she is finally realizing how valuable it is what she left. We made our way to one of the benches on the Parc du Champs de Mars which is filled with the most beautiful trees I've ever seen apart from the ones in my Roman garden.
The babies made their way with Carlos and one of Allegra's bodyguards to sit on the body of grass across the bench. There are Athenas around the place taking care of us too; some are pretending to have a picnic, others sit on benches reading, others are taking pictures with the tower as a background.