Chapter 398

• Rosa’s POV.
• It had been way too long since I’d had a day like this. No responsibilities, no mafia politics, no overprotective husband watching my every move. Just me, Emilia, and Gianna, pretending we were normal women who had normal lives where no one carried a gun to brunch.
• We were on a mission, one that involved shopping until our credit cards cried, eating like we weren’t bound by the laws of metabolism, and making sure Gianna, queen of the cold shoulder, actually had fun.