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