Pasiphae Dyner.
Right before the dinner for my engagement happens, Abby drops a piece of information I never knew before.
“Before Grandfather Vega passed, he gave all the grandchildren an allotment of his possessions. And I heard Elijah was the one with the highest percentage. The old man thought Elijah was best suited to become the next Don of Rosetti Falls.”
We’re walking along the gleaming marble staircase of the Vega mansion—the home I’ll soon call mine. The family I’ll call mine in a month or two. My lips tug at the thought, and Abby catches it instantly.
“Look at you blushing,” she teases. “I’m giving you the family’s legacy, and all you can think about is Elijah’s name.”
I blush again, not because I’m embarrassed but because I’m winning.
“How many percent?” I ask, my hand tig
