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

paint off first.”

In the bathroom, Willow gently washed Mia’s hands with warm water and a soft cloth. The red paint swirled down the drain in pink ribbons.

“My mom used to sing when she cleaned,” Mia whispered suddenly. “Sad songs. In Italian.”

Willow paused.

Her heart cracked a little.

“Well,” she said gently, “I can’t sing in Italian. But I know a few continue reading …