Revenge at the Altar
I drained my champagne glass.
The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo."
The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes.
Three days until my revenge.
I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco.
"Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.