The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
She dismissed everyone, then bit her lip, recalling how Sandro had pushed her away the night before.
“I was crazy to think he might care for me. I’m just someone he’s bound to by marriage…”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Ma’am, the drivers are ready,” Brittany said, entering.
She paused when she saw Anna’s tears.
“Ma’am, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Just thinking about things,” Anna replied, wiping her tears.
Brittany came closer and held her hand. “I once had a sister. Forgive me if I’m overstepping.”