On the day of the wedding, the Delgado estate was draped in white flowers and candlelight, every room arranged for a formal alliance ceremony. Cesare stood in a tailored black suit, Sienna at his side. Capos and associates filled the chairs, the old families represented, the Commission's presence implied in the weight of the room.
They were about to begin the vows when a voice cut through from beyond the gates: "Serafina Valente. Daughter of Don Domenico Valente. Boss of Bosses."
The bouquet in Sienna's hands trembled. A smile curled at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed the front of her dress with both palms. She hadn't expected the Don's daughter to actually come.
