When we pulled up at his mother's estate, Maria Rinaldi was already on the steps, watching eagerly for us. As Dante's mother and the former Donna, she commanded more respect than anyone else in the Rinaldi family.Elena had her door open before the car even stopped.She gathered up her skirt, hurried over, and linked arms with Maria."Maria, it's so damp out tonight. You didn't have to come out to meet us. Let's get you inside."Maria beamed at her, all warmth."I'm worrying about you, sweetheart. Having to stay in Dante's West Wing like that. You deserve better."Hardly anyone can put up with that temper of his."Elena glanced at Dante, who was smiling a little, and her cheeks turned pink."Dante takes good care of me. I don't mind at all."The two of them went up the steps together, laughing and chatting.Maria was halfway up before she stopped, as if she'd only just noticed me.She looked back at me, not bothering to hide her contempt."Oh, you're here too. Come inside. You're an ey
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