Minutes before...
They kissed, but the tension between them was palpable. Vittorio pulled away and said:
"I'm sorry, I thought I could... But I can't. I can't touch you unless you want me to, Ellis. Do you want to?"
"Clause 3.1.3 and 3.1.3.1.2," Ellis reminded, staring at Vittorio above her. "It's up to you, Don Vittorio."
"It's our wedding night..." Vittorio raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what you think, please."
"To me, this is just a contract," Ellis said, her voice cold. "Every touch I give you, every kiss, every smile... Any gesture I make will be for the sake of paying my debt to you, and nothing more. Don't forget that."
Vittorio nodded resignedly, knowing there was nothing he could do to change the situation. The mafioso sighed once again, feeling frustrated.
"I promise I won't
