Alessia’s POV
The restaurant buzzed with quiet murmurs, the clinking of silverware against plates, and the soft murmur of conversations. But none of that was enough to drown out the stares. Eyes followed me everywhere I went, and no matter where I looked, I could feel the judgment in the air, thick and suffocating.
I had barely sat down at the table when the whispers started. At first, they were just hushed conversations in the background, but it didn’t take long for the words to start becoming clearer.
"Did you hear? That’s Alessia, the wife of Leo, the Mafia Don."
"Yeah, the one who got him arrested... What kind of woman does that?"
“I'm sure she did it for money, no one had heard from her former husband.”
I could feel their eyes on me, their judgment pressing against my skin like
