Vincenzo and my mother seemed to get along well as they discussed strangely enough about gardening.“And the trick to keeping roses blooming longer,” my mother said, “is to prune them at an angle. Otherwise, they don’t absorb water properly.”Vincenzo, the ruthless Vincenzo Maranzano, nodded as if he were genuinely interested. “That makes sense. I’ve always liked roses, but I’ve never had the patience to keep plants alive.”My mother chuckled. “Oh, it’s not patience, dear. It’s care.”Vincenzo’s gaze flickered toward me then, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. “I suppose I’m learning.”Hugh and Carson, who had been quiet up until now, shared a look. Hugh leaned in, lowering his voice as he whispered, “Is it just me, or is this really weird?”Carson snorted. “Super weird.”“I can hear you two,” I muttered, shooting them a look.They both shrugged, clearly unbothered.Hugh scooted closer to me. “Len, your boyfriend is super rich.” “Yeah. What does he do?” Carson, always t
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