ARIA’s POV
A forkful of food found its way into my mouth, just as I caught sight of my father beaming in his seat, attired in the emerald green tuxedo I had gifted him for his birthday.
The choice of the color had been inspired by Carter's suggestion, a deviation from the usual black tuxedo that seemed to adorn every inch of Barone's wardrobe.
Matteo's suggestion, a black tuxedo with a unique design, held little appeal compared to the lush green that seemed to embrace my father's complexion so perfectly.
My father basked in the warmth of familial love that radiated from every corner of the dining room, a smile of contentment painting his features. I could see his mind drifting, perhaps to the time of his friendship with Marino, the bond that had been so profound. A tenderness washed
