Substitute Bride for the Mafia Don
His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and he wore a suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, looking every bit the part of someone accustomed to the finer things.
"Good evening, Ava. Riccardo." Eddie greeted us with a polite nod as he stepped inside, his voice smooth and warm. He reached out to shake Riccardo’s hand first, which Riccardo accepted with a firm grip, but there was something in his eyes—maybe a hint of caution?
"Eddie Garcia," he said with a confident smile. "It's great to finally meet you both."
"Same here," I replied, getting up to shake his hand. I noticed his tidy look as I extended my hand. "I've heard a lot about you."
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