Waking up in the Arms of the Mafia King

25th of april, 2025

Friday

Dear diary,

Let me tell you about my day.

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"Rory, can you hurry up? What the hell is taking you so long?". My best friend, Emily, yells at me from the other side of the door. A deep sigh leaves my mouth as I stare at myself in the mirror of the bathroom at our shared apartment in Islington, London.

It is currently 07:55 on a Thursday morning. That means it is time for work. Since Emily and I work at the same store, it is always a struggle to decide who can do their business in the bathroom first. Most days, it's me, since I am an early riser, much to the displeasure of my best friend.

I look around the rather small but functional bathroom. Emily and I have been here for around 5 months. When my boyfriend, Rodney, moved back to London after spending a year studying in Amsterdam, where I am originally from, I decided it was time for a change.

So, when the opportunity arose, I rallied my best friend to join me while I followed my boyfriend to his hometown. Rodney is finishing up his last year at the University of Bedfordshire. We do not see each other as often as we used to while both living in Amsterdam, but that is because he has a lot of obligations for his studies. Which makes sense, since it is his last year, after all. Luckily for me, there is never a dull moment when my best friend is around.

Multiple hard knocks echo through the small bathroom, making the noise intolerable. I quickly unlock the door before this lunatic knocks down the door.

My eyes meet the impatient ones of my best friend, Emily Snow. What is the best way to describe this unique creature? Well, let's start with her physical characteristics. She has long, flowing blonde hair and big greenish eyes that she frequently makes men drown in. Her face is angelic and slightly chubby, but still toned at the same time. Her lips are pouty, her nose is regal, her chin is perfect, and her skin is flawless.

It has always amazed me how we ended up being best friends. She is the bubbly one. The life of the party. She doesn't have one insecure bone in her body, and she never lets an opportunity slip by to go on an adventure. And then there is me, a girl who is often a little too awkward for her good. A real homebody who loves to get lost in a good book. But I am also very loyal, determined, and easily convinced... especially when it comes to Emily. She brings out 'my fun' side, as she puts it.

"You always take forever in there." She rolls her eyes while she has her hip tilted to one side.

I shake my head slightly as I brush past her. "It takes a little more time to make myself presentable than you." Emily can roll out of bed 15 minutes before it is time to leave and still look better than I ever will. She has this natural grace about her.

"For the 500th time, stop talking shit about yourself. You are breathtaking." The annoyance is noticeable in her voice.