Eleonor is looking at the wedding dresses displayed in the window of the most luxurious boutique in the city, perhaps the best in the state. There are several types. Fluffy and dropped or simply off-shoulder sleeves; rounded, straight or heart-shaped necklines. Puffed skirts with fabrics that drag on the floor. Champagne color, snow-white. There's an infinity of dresses… one more beautiful and stunning than the other. But of course, she's not there to choose what Emily will wear on the most waiting day of the year… After all, Emily will be wearing Mrs. Henderson’s — which she will adjust right now.The dress had to be fitted to Emily's body, which is quite skinny for it. Emily doesn't have a curvy body like Eleonor's. Emily's breasts are small, and her thighs are thin. Her supermodel bearing has always caused Eleonor a certain envy… especially when her sister made a point of pointing out her body 'defects'.Emily said that Eleonor would gain more weight and not fit into her clothes wh

Giovanni is looking intently at the list of names that Thomas got faster than he expected, with a lit cigarette between his fingers. To his surprise, the list is longer than he would like. There are some names that even used to be partners with Reviello.The situation is more complicated than he could have anticipated…He sighs and relaxes back in the chair, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Giovanni's fingers pinch the bridge of his nose and massage it, trying to ease the sharp pain that suddenly hit him. And along with it, a strange feeling crept over his chest… as if an ill omen were lurking in the shadows of the office.Giovanni sighs loudly and takes a deep drag on his cigarette.Two knocks on the door get his attention and interrupt his frantic thoughts, but Giovanni doesn't bother to look at the door; he just opens his eyes and keeps them glued to the ceiling. As he mutters some loud confirmation — the door finally opens.Asher walks into the room, and the crack of th

“Even if you say all that… I still feel guilty and feel that I wronged you…” In a meek voice, Emily bats her eyelashes a few times. Leaning her body, she brings her hand subtly to him, brushing her fingertips against his pants. “Are you sorry for sending your sister to marry in your place?” Giovanni asks in a firm voice, looking down at her. “It wasn't me who sent my sister to marry in my place… she did it because she got you wrong too… and she didn't want me to be unhappy.” Emily's green eyes water, but all those fake tears can do is repulse Giovanni. “I was willing to marry you, but she… Eleonor insisted on marrying you instead.” “It's that so? Huh…” Giovanni mutters in the back of his throat. “It was never my intention to push my fate on my dear sister, but…she worries too much. I couldn't say anything when she looked so willing to sacrifice herself for me…” Emily continues to talk, trying so hard to sound fragile and force Giovanni to feel sorry for her… He can't help but find

Click — as if a circuit breaker has been turned off inside Emily's head, she straightens her back against the sofa and throws her head backwards, letting a long sigh escape her lips.How do I truly look? What's up with these people? How can they see through my mask?“Are you wondering how I can see through your mask?” Theodor gives a low chuckle at her surprise. “No need to stress out… the world we live in is very different. You don't have the same worries I have, or the same sins.”“You guys really look alike… you both think you can read other people's minds and create your truths based on assumptions… don't think you're too presumptuous?”Theodor raises an eyebrow, “Alike? Who?”“You and that Reviello.” Emily shrugs. “Maybe because you're both mobsters?”Then, Theodor's expression become rigid. Emily notices the silence, and she feels a chill when his eyes land on hers. She needs to take the control, otherwise… her plan will fail again. “Let me tell you something… I may not know t

Asher is standing in front of Giovanni with a somber expression… and it doesn't take many questions to guess the reason for such perturbation.Giovanni lands his eyes on the papers Asher holds tightly enough to crumple them slightly. And once again, that foreboding that's been keeping quiet in the shadows of his mind has come back to erode him… this time, it's almost driving him crazy with its overwhelming weight.“Tell me.” Giovanni opens the drawer, looking for the pack of cigarettes. He's sure the conversation will be a long one.“I wish I was bringing you good news…” Asher throws the papers on Giovanni's desk and sits down on the couch, tilting his head back… his gaze is empty, unable to focus on the reality in front of him. “But I think that won't be possible for a while.”Giovanni sets his eyes on the documents Asher brought and frowns. This is information about some Marchetti's partner