A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
I reassured her, stroking her hair.
When Katrina finally arrived, her resemblance to Angel was undeniable. Dressed in red, she approached us, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Are you Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzo?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes,” I replied, studying her face.
“I’m Katrina,” she said, her voice breaking. “Angel’s mother.”
“Mummy?!” Angel gasped, her eyes widening as she clutched my hand.
“Yes, baby… it’s me. Mama.” Katrina knelt, opening her arms. Angel hesitated, looking back at me one last time before running to her mother, who embraced her tightly.