The Don's Obsession
Dante's voice was pleasant, but Isabella felt the tension in his body.
Vittorio's dark eyes shifted to Isabella, assessing her like livestock at auction. "And this is the bride. Isabella Romano, yes? From that little restaurant in Little Italy."
"Bella Notte," Isabella said, keeping her voice steady. "Yes."
"Charming. I've heard the food is... adequate."
The insult was subtle but clear. Isabella felt Dante's hand tense on her back, but she spoke before he could.
"Adequate?" She tilted her head, her brown eyes meeting Vittorio's without flinching. "That's generous of you, considering you've never eaten there. We don't accept reservations from people with pending health code violations at thei
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