Chapter 8

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The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of our dining hall, casting a warm glow over the elegantly set table.

Despite the previous night's chaos, everything had been meticulously prepared for this significant breakfast.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of freshly brewed coffee, pastries, and the lingering tension of the impending announcement.

I adjusted the hem of my dress, trying to calm my nerves.

Today was the day both our families would publicly announce my engagement to Lucien, solidifying the alliance between the French and Italian Mafias.

I glanced over at my father, the powerful capo of the Italian Mafia, who was speaking quietly with Lucien's father and the current head of the French Mafia.

Their expressions were serious, a testament to the weight of the decision we were about to make official.

The Italian side of the room was noticeably more reserved, their smiles forced, their congratulations tepid. It wasn't hard to guess why. 

The shadow of Allesandro Armani's death loomed large over this gathering, a ghost that refused to be laid to rest.

The dining hall slowly filled with people—heads of both Mafias, key allies, and other important figures. 

Lucien entered, his presence commanding attention as always. He caught my eye and gave a small nod, his face a mask of composure.

I couldn't help but think back to the heartbreak I witnessed. The memory of Lucien's pain made my heart ache.

As everyone settled into their seats, the room buzzed with hushed conversations and speculative glances. My mother, Maria Moretti, stood, raising a hand for silence. The room obeyed immediately, all eyes turning towards her.

"Thank you all for coming this morning," she began, her voice strong and steady. "We have gathered here to make an important announcement that will strengthen the bonds between our families and ensure the continued peace and prosperity of our alliances."

Lucien's mother, Madeline Beauchene, rose next, her expression solemn.

"As you all know, the recent attacks have shown us that unity is more crucial than ever. Therefore, we are pleased to announce the engagement of my son, Lucien Beauchene, and Serafina Moretti."

There was a collective gasp, followed by a flurry of whispers.

I felt a mixture of emotions—pride, anxiety, and a tinge of sadness.

The official announcement felt like a final nail in the coffin of any dreams I had of a love-driven relationship with him. 

I glanced at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his true feelings, but his expression remained unreadable.

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