It's now 5pm and I have just finished up my crying session. After the meeting, I ran out of the house and got in one of my many cars - my black Porsche Cayenne - and rushed to my aunts house so I can cry in peace.

Now that I've finished crying, my cousin (AKA: my best friend) Liyana brought me eye mask to calm my bloodshot, puffy eyes down.

After consoling me, Liyana dragged my ass to the bathroom and forced me to do my long ass skin care routine to get my skin prepped for the ball tonight.

When I was down with that, I was dragged by Liyana into the makeup room and closet, and forced into multiple dresses to find the perfect one for tonight.

After a while of trying dresses on. I chose the one that was perfect for this occasion and sat down in the chair next to Liyana and both got our makeup and hair done.

By the time we were done, we took a couple of pictures and I tried not to let my father's harsh words affect my confidence.

Tonight, I'm not going to be the little bitch version on myself. Tonight, I'm the courageous, feared, assassin 'La mère de la mort [the mother of death]'.

Liyana came up with the great idea of taking a shot each to ease the nerves I have for tonight - considering the last ball I attended was the one of my 16th birthday-, and I, being the smart bitch I am agreed.

So here we are, a shot glass in hand each.

We tap our glasses together and toast "to having high hopes for this ball."

"N'avoir rien à perdre [here goes nothing]!" We say in unison and we threw back our shots making sour faces at each other.

The night has officially begun, and it's safe to say that my sisters have gone crazy.

All I hear from the makeup room in the left wing is chattering voices, bickering, things clattering on the floor and constant questions about their makeup.

I honestly don't know how they have the patience for that. Ugh. Women.

After my little outburst, I apologised to the girls and gave them my black card to go out shopping.

Three hours later, they were back with a shit tonne of shopping bags and ran to get ready.

I had ordered one of my men to pick up a tailored suit for me earlier so all I have to do is shower, change and style my hair.

Once that was done, I made my way to the girls and ushered them out of the house and into the limo. They were all very pretty, in their themed matching dresses, which I made sure to remind them of, as I know that most people during their teenage years (especially girls) can be insecure and doubt themselves, so I make sure that I never forget to say their reassurances and affirmations daily.

I took a deep breath and told my sisters how they should act and talk to everyone there, seen as I am the capo of the largest mafia and everyone is out to get me and everyone that I love I must warn them if any and every danger.

Picking up the bottle of scotch in the drink holder, I pour myself a drink and throw my head back, allowing the alcohol to infiltrate my veins and help wash away the uneasiness settling in my gut.

As I put the glass down, the door beside me opened and my sister's' whispering died down.

I turned to them and motioned to the door "Qui non va niente [here goes nothing]."

And with that, we exit the limo and make our way to the ballroom door.