ssional suit. Angelo's office was on the top floor, a vast, minimalist space with a floor-to-
ments. He didn't look up, just g
preliminary wedding concepts on
e her wait, the silence stretching until
t hers, lingering on the slight puffiness
he stated, no
"Mr. Monroe, we're he
sive speed. He tossed it back on the desk. "I don't care about the details. I have one
fist closing a
meeting was over,
nly, his back to her as he looked out the windo
voice a dry whis
ide Angelo, enduring the whispers and curious stares around them. The daughter o
al everyone lo
plastered on her face, but h
evening, Donny and
he bruise on her face, and her eyes b
Angelo first, then turned to Dee, raisin
here. About your father... I'm so
them grew louder. De
ardened, but he remai
eakness. "I don't nee
ulling her aside. "You think you're something special now, huh?" he hi
e said, trying to
er. "I'll tell you what you are. You and your jailb
xt action was worse. He raised
ward into a champagne tower. Glasses sh
onroe had just slapped
ed, as if he couldn't b
e of humiliation washed over her. A trickle
ving through the crowd. Hi
ng. "C-cousin... she.
traight to Dee, looking down at
pecting... what? Rescue?
en at the wrist Donny had grabbed. His voice was
provoking othe
with contempt. "Disgustin
blade twisting in her heart. She stared at him, her ow
lance. He turned to his assi
he gala, leaving her broken on the
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