Upon seeing the yellow chrysanthemums, the smile drops from the face of Alessandra Colombo, the Donna of the Marchetti Famiglia. Her face becomes clouded with displeasure.Carina Esposito, my husband's sister, saw that Donna Marchetti wasn't accepting the bouquet, so she thrust it into her arms. "I grew these yellow chrysanthemums myself, Donna Marchetti. I handpicked the prettiest nine blossoms and wrapped them especially for you."You don't have to be polite with me, Donna Marchetti. It might be a lot of hard work growing these flowers, but the moment I thought about this bouquet bringing you joy, I didn't feel weary in the slightest."Upon hearing that, Leone Vittoria, my husband, instinctively pulled Carina into his embrace, his face etched with concern.Donna Marchetti scoffed and handed the flowers to the Soldato beside her. "Is that so? Why would you choose yellow chrysanthemums—a flower meant to wish death upon someone in our culture—if your intention was really to make me
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