Cara's pov
Luca had insisted that the reception be held at the Salvatore mansion for security reasons even though the Cosa Nostra families hardly ever celebrated outside the safety of their residence.
I didn't know much about the war but from the bits of gossip I heard, it was messy. The Russians or whoever was the enemy were unpredictable and ruthless. An attack at an event hall would be a piece of cake for them.
I stepped onto the beautifully decorated patio that was the venue and the place looked completely different from the last time I was present. The recliners and deck chairs had been removed, along with the dining table set. Multiple wrought iron tables now occupied the lawns, with most of them already occupied by guests.
Gina's red peonies sat in a vase on every table along
