Meanwhile, the gathered guests had begun to grasp the situation.
"Why does it seem as though Mr Marco is no match for that Falconi lad? Wasn't the groom supposed to be a cripple?"
"This heir of the Moretti family is no better than a good-for-nothing from a fallen house. Are the Five Great Families to rely on such men to uphold their prestige in future?"
"What do you know? Marco Moretti merely had the good fortune of his birth. He owes his position as Underboss entirely to his father's reputation. Every achievement he's claimed was stolen from others. He's nothing but a pretty face."
The whispers pierced Marco's ears like countless needles.
He loathed being called a daddy's boy. I used to reassure him it didn't matter. Once he'd cemented his position, the whispers did indeed die down c
