THE BRATVA’S BRIDE
“And so what? I know Mr. Konstantin Morozov is late, and I know you loved your husband so much, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to look good. You have to look good for yourself, and who knows, maybe someone else might be out there too.”
Sandra smiled, her eyes bright again. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go get dressed.”
They both laughed softly, rising from their seats. As Donatella helped Sandra to her feet, a faint peace washed over her — fleeting, fragile, but real. For now, the chaos could wait.
PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO (LA MANO ROJAS EMPIRE)
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