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Cattleya
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'IF IT WERE UP TO ME, and I could, like, choose, I'd totally go for Giancarlo.'
And if it were up tomeas well, and I could, like, choose, I'd totallyun-hearwhat I just heard.
'He's just so dignified, you know?'
I'd even be willing to jump up and down and yell, 'I'm here, I'm here,' if I thought it would make any difference.
'No one wears an Armani suit like he does.'
But it won't since I'm invisible.
'Just like no one holds a gun like Cesare does.'
Figuratively, I mean.
'He just oozes of power and danger.'
'You make him sound like a criminal.'
Okay, I think it's time I put a stop to this.
We all work for the Marchettis, never mind ifLa Stregaalways insists on saying I'm part of herfamiglia.That's just her trying to rile me up because she thinks it's not normal that I'm so quiet, and I...I think I forgot what point I was trying to make.
'You all make crushing on someone sound so complicated. Dating is not dating if it is not fun, dirty, and mindless.'
'You're talking about Massimo, aren't you?'
Everyone giggles, and Ifinallyremember the point I was zeroing in on mentally, and that's how it'snotproper at all to talk about the Marchetti men like this.
'It is true, isn't it? The rumors about Massimo fucking the brains out of that college student?'
I am absolutely in pain now.
It's one thing to crush on Boston's finest (and scariest, if we're being honest), but if they have to talk about it, too, they should at least stick to the facts instead of spreading unsubstantiated rumors.
It's time, it's truly time to remind everyone about the dos and don'ts that keep employees like us from getting killed. Do they not understand that we are working forfamiglia?And not just anyfamiglia,but the Marchettis, whose matriarch is Boston's unofficial queen?
I step forward and clear my throat, but not a single woman in the locker room even turns my way.
Riiiiight.
How is it that I keep forgetting I'm invisible?
I take my phone out and start typing a memo when a message from our group chat pops on my screen.
SOS.
I quickly scan the rest of the message from Elaine, who's been assigned to the main deck.
On my way.
I'm already on the move as I type, and I'm already out of the locker room even before I've hitSend.Given the nature of her emergency, I think it's a given I'd be the best person to help her out.
The skirts of my sparkly, sequined, silvery gown swirl around my legs as I hurry up the spiral stairs, andmm.
