From the very day Mia Colette Ricci was born, she was destined for greatness. She was the apple of each of her parent’s eye the very second they found out they were finally getting their little girl. And yes, she very much lived up to the stereotype of daddy’s little girl. Everyone had known her for being Vincent Ricci’s loudmouth daughter, and so they knew to stay away. However, Mia had always known she was worth more. As much as she loved and idolized her father, she wasn’t him. She was better. No one would ever believe in Mia, like how Mia believed in Mia.
Being only one of four children, it could be difficult at times to get the attention she craved. So, she had found her own ways to stand out. She may have been handed everything she has in the world, but that didn’t mean she didn’t work her ass off. As she stand by herself to the side of the room, a scowl rests on her face. Parties were no longer her scene, she’d left that piece of herself in the past. The only things they were good for now, were the occasional hook up and to climb the latter. She’d learned a lot about her peers just by standing by and listening. Isn’t it interesting that you could make a career just by listening?
The night was young, and Mia was already to get the job done. Whenever one of the mobs in the city threw a party, anything could happen. Mia had prepared herself and had a knife strapped securely to her calf, and was ready if anything were to go down. Tonight was a night to gain intel on the Crimsons, so that the Brotherhood may continue to reign supreme.
Her eyes slowly travelled the room. Finding herself in a daze, she locks her eyes on a blonde woman, allowing her gaze to linger for a beat. Upon realizing she was kind of staring, she brings her attention back to the little mirror she held in her hand, making sure her lipstick was still in tact, before closing it and putting it away.
No one ever knew what the night would bring. But sometimes, it was a matter of what the night could bring you.
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