NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

get a single bite of breakfast.”

For the next hour, Mia raged.

She screamed.

She cried long, dramatic wails designed to force sympathy.

Willow remained a stone wall, calmly turning pages, unmoved by the emotional manipulation that had broken every other adult in that house.

Slowly, realization dawned on Mia.

The adult in the room was not reacting.

Which meant continue reading …