The crystal champagne flute sat heavy in my hand while I surveyed the Bellini ballroom. I had started thinking of the estate as mine. Every major player in the city had accepted my invitation, and each one had come to see who still held power.
Chloe moved through the crowd in a silver dress from Evangeline's closet. She still accepted condolences for Rico, but tonight she let the families see how easily she could fill the role of Donna.
Marco, my second-in-command, came to my side. “Still no word from her, Godfather.”
“Be patient, Marco.” I took a drink. “The port freeze was a tantrum. This party gives her a way to come back and apologize without losing too much face.”
For six years, Evangeline had eventually fixed every problem between us. I had mistaken that habit for proof she could
