Chapter 10
Amafia bride is all that a mafia princess can ever hope to be. And rule one for a mafia bride is that she must be a virgin. Even for a princess like me, the rule is unbreakable.
A picture of Cristina Delfioria lights up in my memory. She got married to Joey Spizzella in the cathedral. Big wedding. Huge. Everybody was there. All the families. Rumor went round that he found out on their wedding night that she’d been with men. This was a pretty open secret when she was at St. Luke’s High, but apparently it came as a big surprise to Joey.
When the two of them waved to the wedding guests from the landing halfway up the big staircase at the Metropole Plaza hotel, they kissed before they turned to walk the rest of the way up to the presidential suite for their wedding night.
That was the last time anybody ever saw Christina.
The one and only qualification. The thought nags at me. It’s such a big deal that I know I can’t trust anyone enough to ask. There’s nobody I can go to. What does it mean exactly? Specifically? There are lots of things you can do. I know. But what exactly can you do, how far can you really go and still be considered to be a virgin?
Federico told me that as long as you haven’t had a man’s cock inside you, all the way up and in your pussy, you’re a virgin. But what about other things? Soap. Shampoo bottles. Toys.
Fingers.
Tongues.
Or what about things in other places. Do they count?
It’s not something I ever worried about before. My family isn’t senior enough that a serious marriage proposal was likely to come for a daughter. I always assumed I would either stay single, or I would just find somebody for myself.