Moving in with the mafia

Layla waited outside after dressing up. She sat on the wooden chair, looking around. Now that she was out of the mansion and had stopped working there, she was tempted to do what she had always wanted to do.

To look for her son. Sue needed to see him, to ask for his forgiveness. To know he was still alive.

But where would she start from? To her, it was an impossible task. It's been more than twenty six years already.

Layla sighed and touched her face only to realize she has been crying. Cry of guilt and shame.

To her, her life had no meaning. It was worthless and unfulfilled.

"I'm done." Gianna mumbled from behind, interupting Layla's thoughts.

Layla turned back to her eyes widened when she saw Gianna. She couldn't believe she was staring at her, couldn't believe how much she transformed.

"Gianna? Oh my God!" Layla no whispered as she slowly got up on her feet.

Her hair was long, dark and curly with the prettiest face ever. The lemon flair gown she wore made her look like a princes