I loved Mafia heir Ethan Luciano for ten years.
The night before prom, he promised to marry me. The next morning, I heard him mocking me in Italian, calling me nothing more than practice before he chased another girl.
He thought I couldn't understand him.
He was wrong.
I quietly withdrew my Caltech application, chose MIT instead, and disappeared from his life.
Ethan was sure I'd come crawling back.
Two years later, he came to MIT begging for me—but I had already moved on.
