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Almost Recognized

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-14 08:00:08

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE

FRANCE

GALA NIGHT

The ballroom shimmered with chandeliers that seemed to drip gold, laughter and murmurs blending into an ocean of calculated civility.

Every smile I saw held teeth behind it, every toast was a blade tucked beneath velvet gloves.

This was the mafia’s true battlefield, no guns, no blood, not yet, but words, glances, and who you allowed near your wife.

Dante led me firmly to Italy’s gathering, his hand heavy at my waist as if daring anyone to test his claim.

The dons welcomed him like a storm they were obliged to weather, powerful, dangerous, unavoidable.

I sat quietly, his ornament, his possession, the innocent wife who smiled only when addressed. Yet I felt his every muscle tighten as Nico slipped by with his boyish grin.

“Bella Catalina,” Nico drawled, his voice carrying just enough to tease Dante’s ears. He kissed my hand far longer than necessary, eyes sparkli
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