La Fortuna, Crystal Room.
The hall opened for Conti for the third time.
The ascension ceremony officially began.
The nation’s elite were present: Dons, old money, new money, even senators’ smiles.
I stood on the main platform in a black gown studded with crystals, my mother’s ruby pinned to my chest.
Father placed the Conti family crest ring on my right hand.
"From today, famiglia belongs to her."
The old Don’s seat was empty; his request to witness the ceremony was returned unopened.
Representatives from each family, our own Capos and Underbosses, came forward one by one, bending to kiss the ring.
"Donna Conti."
The chants rolled over the marble like a tidal wave.
My ten brothers in uniform applauded hardest, palms red, eyes full of awe.
During the toast, Marco edged close to
