There aren’t any glass slippers at the end of the story.
 
 I told her to enjoy being with a hot, powerful man who was amazing in bed –
 
 But I also told her not to get attached.
 
 To guard her heart.
 
 To not expect too much.
 
 What I didn’ttell her was that I was actually preaching tomyself.
 
 Valentino was the best thing that had ever happened to me…
 
 But I knew it was never going to go anywhere.
 
 Even though he was a shameless flirt with other women (which made my blood boil – although it alsomade me want himall the more), I was 99% sure he didn’t sleep with anyone else after we started hooking up.
 
 But he was a mafia prince.
 
 And I was the girl who worked in the kitchen.
 
 When Valentino smiled at me, it was like the sun coming out of the clouds.
 
 When he held me, it was like I was completely safe.
 
 And every time he fucked me, it was like going to heaven without having to die.
 
 But I had to keep reminding myself:
 
 You’re not Cinderella.
 
 This isn’t a fairy tale.
 
 There’s not going to be a happily ever after.
 
 I just enjoyed it for what it was:
 
 Banging a really hot guy who was the best I’d ever had.
 
 What I wouldn’t admit, not even to myself…
 
 Was that I fell in love with him.
 
 And then…
 
 Alessandra married Dario.
 
 I was ecstatic for her! She was my best friend, after all –
 
 And, I’m not gonna lie, the idea that she’d bagged a Rosolini gave me hope.
 
 But somecrazythings came out in the weeks before her marriage.
 
 Like she was actually the long-lost granddaughter of another ‘family’ up north.
 
 A mafia princess. She just never knew it.
 
 She kind of proved it, though, when she shot Filomena.