The Delayed Wedding: I Refuse It
"I said postponed, not canceled. Something came up in Italy. The port permits, the council votes—everything tied to the southern route is sitting on this negotiation. I can't walk away from it."
It was the kind of explanation I used to accept before he even finished saying it.
Moretti had spent years trying to earn real recognition from the Five Families. Luca had fought for every shipping route, every dock permit, every private dinner where men in dark suits decided who was allowed closer to the inner circle. I knew what the southern route meant to him.
But tonight, I was too tired to help him make excuses.
"Then handle it," I said, slipping my passport into the suitcase. "I have things to
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