The Mafia's Demon Princess and The Careless Wanderer
Victoria sat at a small table on the back porch of her home. She twirled the wine glass in her hand; not a glass of wine however, it was filled with grape soda. Her father was off on a mission to assassinate some dignitary for the Don. Life's busy when your popular in the mafia. She sat there alone, feeling the breeze as it blew through her hair, taking in the sight before her; atop a hillside covered in bright green grass, leading downward into wine orchards and forest line where the beautiful towns of Italy rose and sillouhetted the horizon. "I turn ten today." she said to herself in monotone. "Best. Birthday. Ever." she continued, taking little sips of her grape soda with class, silently enjoying her pretend wine. She chuckles. "Wow. How grown up am I?" she says with sarcasm and a smile. "Ugghhhh! Get home already would ya papa?! I'm sooooo bored!" she complained aloud, swinging herself backward in her seat. Not even the company of the small creatures that often visited her from the forest would ease her boredom. She'd wag her tail, twitch her ears, take a few more sips of her pretend wine/ soda and continue to stare towards the horizon. What was she pondering, while looking so peaceful? "I wonder what time it is in Spain?" Was apparently what she was pondering. "Hehe.."