Ivory drew in a breath, inhaling the sweet, spicy scent of cigera-smoke into her lungs... then exhaling a stream of milky white into the air. The Gardens were beautifully lit, sparkling in a celebratory fashion; no expense had been spared, preparing the grounds of the Crown Prime Casino's luscious Gardens for the event. Things were changing in The Family... For the better, she hoped.
The beautiful, tattooed Femme Fatale wore a dress which was equally conservative & revealing; low cut, sleeveless, which showed off a wealth of skin while leaving her most important assets solely to the imagination. The Underboss had taken it upon herself to ensure everything was prepared for the Ceremony which would (she hoped) cement their Family's power for the future. The Donna, bless her, wouldn't be returning... and it was up to Ivory & Auberon to keep their Syndicate alive.
She flicked the butt of her cigera into a burning firepit, watching the small stub disappear in the crackling flames. Then, she allowed herself a smile... choosing to focus on hope, rather than what they'd lost. Choosing the future, rather than the past.