Stella’s POVI knew something was off when my dad personally poured wine for me.And then he stood up. I braced myself for whatever disaster he was about to say.The whole table was quiet, which was weird in and of itself.Sunday dinners in this house always ran on noise. Tonight, the room was so still. I would have laughed if it wasn't funny. And yet, it wasn't. "The war with the Bellantis ends next Saturday." My dad said, “Stella will marry Marco, Bellanti, at 4 o'clock. And both families will stand in the same church without raising their guns. Is that not great?” He didn't look at me when he said my name, which made me realize that he knew I didn't like the idea. He knew I hated Marco. So, he looked at everybody else on the table and at the empty places, but not at me.Aunt Gia crossed her hands over her chest, Uncle Pablo said, “About time.”Someone down the table murmured that Marco was a good match, as if good was the word for a man I had met twice in my life and did not like o
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