Christine Rodriguez's POV,

As I stood in the midst of the grand ballroom, the soft glow of golden fairy lights casting a warm, nostalgic ambiance, memories of my past relationship flooded my mind. It was here, in this very room, that Jake and I had danced together for the first time, our love budding like a delicate rose in spring. That love had bloomed and withered, leaving me with scars and stories to tell.

I sipped my champagne, the bubbles tickling my senses, and took a deep breath. It had been a journey filled with laughter and tears, but I had moved on. Today was about celebrating a different kind of love – my parents' enduring commitment to each other.

As I watched them on the dance floor, their eyes locked in a timeless connection, I couldn't help but smile. They had weathered storms, just as I had, and emerged stronger. It was a testament to the power of love and resilience.

My gaze shifted to the photo slideshow playing on the screen, capturing moments from my parents' 30 years of togetherness. I recognized my own childhood, moments when they had supported me through thick and thin. Those memories intertwined with my own experiences, reminding me that love, in all its forms, was worth celebrating.

"Excuse me," a voice interrupted my reverie, and I turned to find a familiar face, an old friend Jenna who had witnessed the rise and fall of my past relationship. "You seem lost in thought."

I chuckled softly. "Just reminiscing about the past and appreciating the present," I replied.

As the music swelled and the room filled with laughter and love, I realized that this anniversary party was not just about my parents. It was a reminder that life moved forward, and with it, our capacity to heal, grow, and find happiness once more.

Amidst the sea of faces, I felt a pair of eyes that seemed to be fixated on me alone. It was a gaze that held a hint of familiarity and warmth, like a long-lost friend. Those eyes, illuminated by the soft candlelight, locked onto my as if they were the only two people in the room. I couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious person was and why their gaze felt so captivating.

A wedding anniversary, a milestone for any couple, but especially so for my parents, who happened to be part of the city's notorious mafia couple . I'm, their only daughter, had grown up in a world of secrets and whispered conversations.

I wore a stunning black dress ,my raven-black hair cascading down my back in loose waves. The room was filled with the who's who of the underworld, all dressed to the nines, seemingly celebrating love in their own enigmatic way.

As I approached the grand cake at the center of the room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. It was a towering masterpiece, a symbol of both opulence and power. I picked up a delicate silver knife, its handle adorned with sapphires, and stared at the cake.

The room fell silent as my parents, Lucas Rodriguez and Scarlett Rodriguez, stood beside me . I could see the pride in their eyes, the years of secrecy and danger that had brought them to this moment. With a deep breath I gave knife to my parents, they began to cut the cake.

Lucas: "On this special day, as we celebrate thirty years of love, loyalty, and partnership, I do the honors of cutting this cake, which stands as a testament to our unwavering commitment to each other and to our family."

With that, they sliced through the towering confection, and applause erupted throughout the room. It was a scene that spoke of love hidden beneath layers of complexity, a slice of life in the mafia world where family and loyalty held a different kind of significance.

As the night unfolded at my father's lavish mafia-themed anniversary party, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My father, the notorious mafia boss, had insisted on introducing me to his best friend's son, Stephen Valentino. He was the embodiment of danger, just like his father William Valentino, with sharp, dark eyes that seemed to see right through me.

As Stephen and I exchanged polite greetings, his voice was smooth, yet there was an underlying tone of authority that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You don't belong in this world, Angel. It's a dangerous place."

I was captivated by his enigmatic presence, and for a moment, I forgot the dangers that surrounded us. Stephen's charisma was undeniable, and despite my father's warnings, I found myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

So,how was the first chapter. I know this chapter is short but I'll surely give you long chapters ahead.