omeone used to pretending normalcy at family dinners, but there was something different: the tension in his hands, the gaze lost behind the window, the sli

st weapon, but it could also be my greatest trap. I enjoy seeing you out of place, I woul

me. He threw me a smile that was meant to be nat

e phrase as if he wanted to close a chap

t belie

ir he left behind, told me there

s of calm and organization, turned into a dangerous game where every unsaid word carried more weigh

y tailored suit, but there was a distance even the best of my intentions

ting, Marco appeared with a tray of wines in his hand. His steps were silent but firm. The room was filled w

the tension between us. "Years ago, I went on a trip that changed

e pierced mine with a non-verbal

w voice that promised both secrets and threats in equal meas

stance that cut the air between us. It was obvious tha

hat if I didn't untangle that mystery soon, my plans could fall apart. I couldn't let t

he veiled comments from the tailor who had mentioned "very particular adjustments"

onversations in a language I couldn't understand, kept spinning in my he

e feared. Even more than losing his position or his family. What if the tru

ndow, letting the darkness envelop me. The scent of the damp vineyard

en future, wrapped in jewels and endless parties,

beneath that shiny surface, the truth

"This isn't just a game of power. It's a w

oom with that impeccable smile of his, one that seemed designed to erase any doubt, but there was something in his

ided looking at me directly when we spoke about the wedding, the way his hands tightened aroun

t over the wedding cake design. I was hoping he would relent and show me th

ow," he replied quickly, setting as

my curiosity. What was in those pho

arguing softly about the trip Marco took years ago, the one he didn't want t

arco and Nicolo. In the few moments they crossed paths, the

n my chest: Marco was hiding something from me, something that threatened not only my wedding but the ent

oped me, one question spu

truth, inevitable and c