Riccardo walked into his father's room, the man was lying on the bed, while his mistress sat by the dresser wearing makeup and jewelry. Riccardo glanced at the woman and looked at his father's form on the bed. The old man's eyes were closed and he covered himself with the duvet on the bed. Riccardo walked up to the bed.
"Papa," he called. His father slowly opened his eyes and they shifted towards him. "You sent for me."
"Yes, I did," Don Vincenzo replied weakly.
"Are you alright?" Riccardo asked a little concerned.
"Do I look alright? I am down, I am not feeling too well and I don't think I can make it to the wedding reception."
"What? Is it that serious?" Riccardo glanced at Ilaria who was ignoring them.
"It is and I need you to represent me there."
"Who would stay with you? Why i
