Bianca's mom glared at her. "where are you having those plans?" her mom asked

"it doesn't matter, mom"

there was a moment of silence, tension brewing.

"you're going to meet that boy again?" her mom's voice was laced with derision.

she rolled her eyes.

"you met him a day before yesterday, isn't that enough?"

"it's not!" she blurted out before she could stop herself.

"can't you put a halt to those insignificant plans and follow me? your presence at the meeting with the Grecos will be of greater good "

Bianca scoffed.

"my plans are insignificant but yours aren't?" she countered

"they aren't just my plans!" her mom thundered "it's not personal, Bianca. our family is celebrating a truce and you're needed"

"so we are now yelling?" she shouted, to match her mom's voice

"you have to come with us. you'll make your debut in the mafiadom. our boss needs to be known"

"I'm not ready to make any debut" she replied. "I told you I wasn't "

"then what do I tell them when they ask about you?"

"tell