CHAPTER 120Halfway into their meal, the air between them softened into something warm and easy.The nervous tension from the proposal had melted into laughter. Their plates sat half-touched because they were talking more than eating. Every few seconds Dante reached across the table just to touch her hand, like he needed constant proof that she was really his and becoming his wife soon. They talked about everything.About her father. About the night Dante went to meet him in private.Sophia listened closely, her fingers wrapped around her glass, the cool surface damp against her skin as Dante explained. His voice was calm, but she could see the memory behind his eyes.“I told him,” Dante said quietly, “that I wasn’t asking for permission as a mafia man. I was asking as a man who loves his daughter. I told him I would protect you even from myself if I had to.”Sophia’s chest tightened.“He stared at me for a long time,” Dante continued. “Then he said… if I ever made you cry, he would
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