She Got the Ring, I Got a New Life

At a mafia family banquet, my boyfriend of five years, E milio Gimondi, gives away the ring that symbolizes the fa mily's Donna to his childhood friend, Carlotta Lecce. Som eone asks in astonishment, "You gave the ring to Carlott a? Isn't Ms. Rinaldi going to be angry?" Emilio looks compl etely unconcerned. "A proposal is just a formality. Zita is going to be the Donna eventually. She doesn't need to th row a tantrum over a ring." Carlotta makes a point of flas hing the ring in front of me. "Zita, isn't it pretty?" Emilio thi nks I'll react the way I always have-in anger and jealous y. Instead, I simply watch them quietly and say that it do es indeed look nice. He relaxes, thinking that I've finally le arned my place. He promises that once we marry, he'll m ake it up to me with something much better than that rin g. But what he doesn't know is that I've already been acCC epted into medical school. Very soon, I'll be gone.