•It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one. (Kerem - whoever )
Finally someone who understood. The 25 year old almost teacher stared back at him as they were eventually alone in the room after her father had finally left going to tend to a matter in his branch of the Italian mafia. "No one ever says things like that to me..." Daniella muttered very quietly almost surprised he'd had the nerve to actually admit the difference between their genders and positions in this life given who they were. "Everyone else in the world over here just thinks I'm some sort of little precious mafia princess." She rolled her eyes. She rested her hands in her lap then trying to get further comfortable on the couch. She supposed if she was being pushed into a marriage, it could definitely be worse off than to someone who actually seemed to understand her struggle as a woman with all this. Especially considering her life and how it had gone with being pulled back into everything by her father years ago, right back into him and his world in Italy.










