Dinner with enemies
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The mansion was unusually quiet that evening.
Isabella stood in front of the large mirror in her room, adjusting the dark green dress Maria had given her earlier.
The fabric felt expensive. Too expensive.
She still wasn’t used to wearing things that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe.
Maria stood behind her, gently fixing a loose strand of hair.
“You look beautiful,” Maria said warmly.
Isabella gave a small laugh.
“I feel like I’m preparing for battle.”
“In a way,” Maria replied softly, “you are.”
Isabella turned toward her.
“That’s not exactly comforting.”
Maria only smiled.
“Mr. Romano asked me to make sure you were ready by seven.”
Isabella glanced at the clock.
6:55.
Great.
Five minutes until another mysterious mafia event she barely understood.
“Maria,” she said suddenly.
“Yes?”
“What exactly is happening tonight?”
Maria hesitated.
“A dinner.”
“That sounds harmless.”
“It usually isn’t.”
Isabella sighed.
“Of course it isn’t.”
Just then there was a knock on the door.
Before Isabella could answer, it opened.
Vincenzo stepped inside.
For a moment Isabella forgot what she was about to say.
He looked different tonight.
Black suit.
No tie.
His dark hair slightly messy, like he had run a hand through it earlier.
But what caught her attention most was his expression.
Focused.
Alert.
“You’re ready,” he said.
Maria stepped aside politely.
“I’ll leave you two.”
Once the door closed, Isabella crossed her arms.
“You didn’t tell me we were hosting a mafia dinner.”
“I didn’t want you worrying all day.”
“That didn’t work.”
He walked closer.
“You look beautiful.”
The compliment caught her off guard.
She cleared her throat.
“Thank you.”
Then she narrowed her eyes.
“But beauty isn’t the goal tonight, is it?”
“No.”
“So what is?”
Vincenzo adjusted his watch calmly.
“Tonight the families will meet.”
Isabella’s stomach dropped.
“All the families?”
“Several of them.”
“And your rivals?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a terrible idea.”
“Maybe.”
She stared at him.
“You’re bringing me to meet your enemies?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because they already know you exist.”
She couldn’t argue with that.
Still, the idea of sitting at a table with mafia leaders made her feel slightly dizzy.
“You realize I’ve never even been to a fancy dinner before,” she said.
“You’ll manage.”
“Your confidence in me is terrifying.”
He smiled slightly.
“You survived Adriana.”
“That’s a low bar.”
“It isn’t.”
A moment of silence passed.
Then Vincenzo held out his hand.
“Ready?”
Isabella looked at it.
Then back at him.
“I’m about to regret this.”
“Probably.”
She placed her hand in his anyway.
The dining hall downstairs looked completely different from the night before.
The long table was now fully set.
Candles flickered along the center.
Crystal glasses sparkled under the chandelier light.
But what made Isabella uneasy were the men already sitting around the table.
Some looked older.
Some younger.
All of them watched Vincenzo enter the room.
Their eyes immediately shifted to Isabella.
The sudden attention made her grip Vincenzo’s arm slightly tighter.
“Relax,” he murmured.
“Easy for you to say.”
Marco stood near the wall behind them, watching the room carefully.
“Good evening,” Vincenzo said calmly.
One of the older men at the table spoke first.
“Romano.”
His voice was rough.
Then his eyes moved to Isabella.
“And this must be the famous bride.”
Isabella forced a polite smile.
“Hello.”
Another man leaned back in his chair.
“You’re younger than I expected.”
“That’s not suspicious at all,” she muttered quietly.
Vincenzo hid a small smile.
“This is Isabella,” he said.
“My fiancée.”
The word fiancée made the room stir slightly.
Whispers passed between a few men.
Clearly the marriage meant something politically.
Isabella slowly sat beside Vincenzo.
Across from them sat a tall man with sharp eyes and slicked-back hair.
Something about him immediately made Isabella uneasy.
He watched her like a predator studying prey.
“Interesting choice,” he said.
His voice was smooth.
Vincenzo’s tone hardened slightly.
“Alessandro.”
So this was one of the rivals.
Alessandro leaned forward slightly.
“I didn’t expect you to choose someone so… ordinary.”
The insult was subtle but obvious.
Isabella felt heat rise in her chest.
But before she could respond, Vincenzo spoke.
“Careful.”
Alessandro raised an eyebrow.
“I meant no offense.”
“That’s not what it sounded like.”
The tension at the table immediately grew heavier.
Isabella realized everyone was watching them.
Waiting.
Testing.
Finally Alessandro smiled.
“My apologies,” he said smoothly.
“I’m simply curious.”
“About what?” Isabella asked.
“About how long you’ll survive in this world.”
The words hung in the air.
Silence filled the room.
Isabella felt every pair of eyes on her again.
For a second she considered ignoring the comment.
But something inside her refused.
She leaned slightly forward.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
A few of the men chuckled quietly.
Alessandro’s smile faded just slightly.
Then Vincenzo spoke again.
“That will be enough.”
His tone was calm.
But firm.
Dinner finally began after that.
Servants brought plates of food Isabella barely noticed.
Her attention remained on the people around the table.
They talked about business.
Territories.
Shipments.
Things she only half understood.
But one thing was clear.
This wasn’t just dinner.
It was a negotiation.
And everyone here had power.
Halfway through the meal Isabella felt something strange.
A gaze.
Watching her.
She looked up.
Across the table, Alessandro was staring again.
But this time his expression wasn’t mocking.
It was calculating.
That made her uneasy.
Later, as dessert was served, he suddenly spoke again.
“Romano.”
Vincenzo looked up.
“Yes?”
“I have a proposal.”
The entire table went quiet.
“Go on.”
Alessandro leaned back casually.
“Since your fiancée is new to our world… perhaps she should spend some time learning about it.”
Isabella frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” Alessandro said smoothly, “she could visit my estate.”
Vincenzo’s expression darkened instantly.
“No.”
The answer came without hesitation.
Alessandro smiled again.
“Just an offer.”
“It’s declined.”
The tension in the room thickened again.
Isabella looked between them.
Something about this felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Alessandro slowly stood.
“Well then,” he said.
“Enjoy your evening.”
As he walked toward the exit, he paused beside Isabella’s chair.
Leaning down slightly, he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
“You’re more important than you realize.”
Then he left the room.
Isabella’s heart was racing now.
She turned toward Vincenzo.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“That man is terrifying.”
Vincenzo’s eyes remained on the door Alessandro had just walked through.
“Yes.”
“Why did he want me at his house?”
“He didn’t.”
“Then what did he want?”
Vincenzo’s jaw tightened slightly.
“You.”
A cold feeling settled in Isabella’s chest.
Because for the first time since this story began…
She realized something important.
This war wasn’t just about territory.
It was about her.
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