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The first to approach is a tall man, lean in stature, with piercing blue eyes that seem to hold much history behind them, his hair a rich dark brown.. His tailored suit clings perfectly to his sharp frame, and there’s an aura of subtle arrogance in the way he moves.
"This is Don Andreas Costa of the Costa family..." Angelo lets out.
“Welcome, Isabella,” he says smoothly, extending his hand toward me. His grip is firm, almost too firm, and I sense that he’s testing me, trying to gauge my reaction.
“Thank you, Don Costa,” I reply, keeping my voice calm and quiet.. He gives me a faint smirk, his eyes flashing toward Angelo before he steps back.
The second family is represented by a striking woman, seemingly in her late forties, dressed in a deep emerald dress, her dark ha
