The old Baroque church fell utterly silent.
Every face turned toward me. Around the perimeter, bodyguards rested their hands on their holsters.
Then the silence shattered.
Whispers and gasps echoed off the stone walls until noise filled the church.
Andrea froze in the aisle, his body rigid beneath his suit, as stunned as one of the stone statues outside the church.
Carmela and Enzo went deathly pale. The Hermès bag in Carmela's hand nearly slipped to the floor.
Sophia swayed.
Yet her first instinct was still to trust Andrea.
She hurried toward me, forcing her trembling voice to remain gentle.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name. Are you a friend of Andrea's, or..."
She paused when her gaze fell on the plain gold ring on my finger.
"Is there some misunderstanding between you and A
