Dante's POV:
Seven days later, the Moretti estate was ready for the wedding.
A white aisle runner stretched across the garden toward the altar, with elders and allies from both families filling the rows of seats on either side. The marriage agreement and the port partnership documents lay on a table at the front, waiting for our signatures.
Already dressed for the ceremony, I glanced toward the guest seating for the third time.
Every seat reserved for the Rizzo family was still empty.
"Sofia still isn't here?"
My assistant shook his head. "We haven't been able to reach Mr. Rizzo or anyone else in the family."
I frowned.
'She's still angry,' I told myself. That was all.
The Rizzos and Morettis had been close for decades. Our parents were practically family. No matter how upset Sofi
