Eighty-eight Weddings
Dealing with these exhausting confrontations was giving me a massive headache.
When we finally arrived at the venue, Luca and Rita walked ahead to greet the client. It was as if they had forgotten I was even there.
The cartel boss shook Luca’s hand before presenting a gift. “The Donna looks even more beautiful than she did last time. We didn’t get a chance to catch up at the funeral, so we must drink more tonight.”
Rita gave a shy, embarrassed smile, instantly looking back to check my reaction. Luca, a little guilty, also stole a glance back at me. It was only when he saw my lack of reaction that he let out a quiet sigh of relief.