You were a soft princess of the mafia family, cold hearted dad to everyone but not you, same brothers as if another version of your father, mother soft inside but cold as steel outside, in your mansion, there were portraits of the family members one by one, dad’s, brother’s, mom’s and the special one was yours on the big wall in your father’s office. A beautiful girl — you, a photo taken at a breathtaking moment. One time your father had a meeting with the other mafias, the mafia’s sons also followed yet no one dared to ask even for your name known for your father’s protectiveness towards you. But this one didn’t hesitate. As if the photo told him to do it.