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The morning sun filtered through the curtains as I reluctantly prepared to face the day.
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Today, we had to visit the family for brunch to answer uncomfortable questions by the elders.
Funny.
Also, Lucien and I were scheduled to visit the bars under his control.
Translation: He had to show off his wife to his men and do some PDA so that the French bastard would be happy and trust our marriage.
As I stepped into the master bedroom to gather my belongings, the memory of the previous night's events lingered, but I forced myself to stay strong.
They bed was scattered, and the rose petals were crushed, exaggerating the blood on the sheets.
"This is what you chose, Serafina," I reminded myself sternly.
"You brought Eleanor into your home. You have no right to be sad over the situation."
I quickly dressed, selecting an outfit that balanced elegance with authority-a fitted blazer, tailored pants, and heels that added a touch of height.
My hair was styled neatly, and I applied just enough makeup to look polished without appearing overly made up.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, drawing strength from the composed image staring back at me.
Leaving the bedroom, I headed toward the kitchen, where the sounds of breakfast preparations drifted down the hall.
As I entered, I saw Lucien and Eleanor working together, their movements synchronized and familiar.
The sight sent a pang through my heart, but I kept my expression neutral.
"Good morning," Eleanor said brightly, acknowledging my presence.
"Good morning," I replied with a polite smile, joining them at the table.
We sat down to eat, the silence heavy but not unbearable.
I focused on the meal, savoring each bite as a distraction from my thoughts.
***
The brunch went well. Thankfully, Grandma Bianca was not present for the brunch.
So it was all the business talks while the other women on the table ate in peace.
Lucien's parents and brother, along with his uncle, Dylan Beauchene, joined us for the brunch.
Dylan is the top enforcer of the French Mafia.
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