The Bastard Bride of Saint Giovanni

Lucia’s hand rested on Adrian’s arm, pale from how tightly she held on. Beneath the chandeliers, they looked like a couple on the verge of an engagement.

I stayed where he had left me, empty-handed.

The Claiming Rite ended in music and applause, the elders’ approval sealing what everyone had already seen. Adrian never looked at me.

When the guests began to disperse, I was still there, as if I had simply been overlooked.

The butler stepped closer, his gaze measured.

"Miss Grace, Mr. Sorrento would like to see you in his study tomorrow morning."

Mr. Sorrento. My father.

Not being removed on the spot was already the last dignity he would grant his bastard daughter.

Adrian approached with a glass of whiskey, his expression easy.

"Why are you standing here alone?"

I met his eyes. "What do you think?"

He laughed lightly, as if brushing off a child’s temper.

"Don’t be like this. Tonight is important. I can’t make it too obvious that I favor you. The Godfather was watching."

"Was he watching when you cut your palm open and swore to me three days ago?"

His smile stiffened.

"Grace."

"You promised me that signet."

Adrian stepped closer and lowered his voice.

"Lucia is different. She doesn’t even have a last name. With that pin, she finally has a place here. But you are a Sorrento. No one in this family would truly dare touch you."

"A Sorrento?" I laughed quietly. "I don’t even have a room with a lock in that house."

He frowned but said nothing.

After a pause, his tone softened.

"After tonight, Lucia won’t be under my sponsorship anymore. The family only supports orphans until they turn eighteen. I promised to give her a proper ending."

"So you gave her my signet."

"It’s just one night. You’ve had everything since childhood. She may only get this once. Consider it a favor."

Adrian Camerlano, the Godfather’s eldest grandson and the youngest acting capo in Port Saint Giovanni, knew exactly what that signet meant. He simply did not think it mattered enough.

"Fine," I said. "Then do me a favor. Take the signet back and give it to me. I only need it for one night. I’ll return it tomorrow."

His expression changed, not with guilt, but reluctance.

"That would look bad. I already gave it to her."

"What about the rules?"

"Rules are not everything."

Before I could answer, Lucia appeared behind us.

"Grace," she said softly, just loud enough for the nearby ladies to hear, "did I do something wrong? If this bothers you, I can give it back."

She said give it back as if she had only been holding it for me.

Adrian looked at her trembling hands and lowered gaze, then turned to me with impatience.

"That’s enough. It’s just a pin. I’ll give you ten tomorrow."

"Camerlano signets?"

"Any jewelry you want. Red rubies would suit you."

No one laughed, but the silence carried its own mockery.

Red rubies were not for future wives. They were for mistresses.

Lucia’s eyes reddened at once.

"Grace, you’ve always been so refined, so perfect. I just wanted to stand out once. I didn’t expect to upset you."

She emphasized refined just enough.

Everyone understood.

A bastard had no claim to dignity.

Adrian did not hear the insult. He only saw her tears and placed an arm around her shoulders.

"That’s enough for tonight. I’ll take her to change."

"I’m not finished."

"Tomorrow," he said. "I’ll come to you tomorrow."

He left with Lucia, then turned back.

"Don’t take tonight too seriously. As long as I’m here, no one will arrange your marriage."

I watched him walk away.

As long as you’re here.

And yet he had just given away the only thing that could have stopped it.