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Isabella’s POV

"Then tell her… we will when our queen would come to this world."

The words were heavy… heavier than the diamond around my neck. And it kept repeating in my head.

Distracted, I missed a step. I would have stumbled if Dante hadn't held my hand tightly.

I glanced up at him nervously.

He was looking straight ahead, keeping his jaw tight. He had said the words so casually.

A joke. It had to be a joke. L’Oscuro didn't make plans for weddings… he made plans for wars.

"You are funny." I mumbled.

"I am practical." He murmured back even though he didn't look at me. "It shut you up, didn't it?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but by then, we had already reached the dining room.

The dining room was giant. A massive crystal chandelier hung over a long table. The walls were lined with oil paintings of dead Galantes who all looked like they disapproved of my existence.

Serena didn't give Vittorio a chance to organize the seating. She pointed to the head of the table. "Dante, sit." she co
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