ORTENSIA
"Fine, I'll send Isolde to bring in your dress. The gathering is by 9 this morning. Don't worry about breakfast, Doll… you'll eat after the gathering," he said and walked out, his voice leaving no room for argument.
A few minutes later, Isolde came in with a dress draped over her arm. She looked too smug for my liking. The moment I saw the gown, I scowled. A flare gown… too frilly, too loud, too much…. Not me and never me.
"I don't like it," I said flatly, crossing my arms.
Isolde rolled her eyes like she'd been through this exact routine too many times. "You never like anything I bring."
"That's because you keep bringing me crap like that."
She huffed. "It's not crap, it's couture. And Vito picked it."
Just like that, my mouth snapped shut. That name had a power over me, I
