Time passed, and it was already three years later.Frank's health deteriorated since the assassination attempt, and he retired from his position two years ago. His son took over the family as the new heir and Don.I stood before my father's grave with white roses in my hand. "I did it, Dad."A gust of wind took some of the rose petals with it, and along went my years of grievances and pain. I stood in front of his grave for a while, and I told him of my stable life for the past three years. I talked about how I no longer walk on eggshells around people, nor do I need to force a smile on my face when talking to hypocritical people. The new me had used the fortune he left for me to open a small vineyard to live a quiet and comfortable life.After clearing the weeds growing around his grave, I walked toward the exit where a black sedan was parked, waiting for me. The car door opened to reveal the young Don of the Russo family, who reached his hand out to me. "Are you ready, Isabella
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