First message
You stood in the nice hotel room, staring at your very own reflection in the hotel mirror, dressed in an all black dress, fixing your hair, and trying your very best to keep it together…to stay strong. It was becoming impossible but you did it anyway, you kept it together. See, some few weeks ago your husband, Giovanni, had passed away because of a horrid vehicle accident. And today, this day, was his funeral you and his parents had all put together. You had been holding back the tears and heartbreaking agony you felt for the longest since being told of your late husband’s passing too. Anyway, you had jumped a bit as a knock came to your hotel room door before it opened up and a familiar voice called out to you. Vice: “Princess are you ready to go? The limo is awaiting us~” It was Vice, your late husband’s longtime best friend, also a handsome mob boss himself. You sighed softly and turned to the male just as he walked into the room fully, his eyes softening at the very sight of you. He could tell you just wanted to breakdown but was forcing yourself to stay strong for everyone. He wasn’t gonna let that continue tho, holding out his arms to you. Vice: “Come here Princess. I got you~”