Fitting with the Family (Dani’s POV)

Dear Kat,

I realize all I am doing is venting to the mailbox when I send these, but it still makes me feel better. Oliver’s family is insane. I don’t mean in that fun, makes-a-birthday-cake-for-no-reason way. I mean really certifiable. His grandmother took me shopping for a coffin. His mother insists on teaching me to cook. It’s only been a few days but I have burned lasagna, overcooked a lot of pasta, and sent the house into panic when I cut myself mincing garlic. Then there are his sisters. They have single-handedly taken it upon themselves to plan a wardrobe for my binding, wedding, and honeymoon. Can I point out again that Oliver and I aren’t at this point yet. Not even close.

Each day here I struggle more and more to keep myself calm and not lose my patience. Oliver has been off taking care of the business that he came to Italy to handle. It would seem there have been threats from that household we dealt with last summer. He is concerned because there have been a lot of sightings recently of the higher-ups in Tokyo, Seoul, and Hong Kong. His goal is to arrange a meeting with their Patriarch and make sure he knows that Asia is under Oliver’s jurisdiction. That being said, he has mentioned he may be sending me to stay with you for a while after we return. It doesn’t give me a warm and fuzzy feeling if you know what I mean.

Headed back to the Hell Kitchen,

Dani