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An uneasy mood encompassed the dining room, stifling the family who sat with a full banquet of freshly baked goods.
Silence lurked in the atmosphere, as the clinking of the antique cutlery fell present to the many ears.
Ludovica and D'Angelo were seated next to each other, waiting for their daughter to join them for breakfast.
Likewise, the Armani family were seated, the twins glaring awkwardly at their older brother, Salvatore, who appeared to be rather tense.
Camilla, Salvatore's mother, brought a cup of water to her lips, the cold liquid damping her course throat. She sat quietly next to her husband... her eyes glued to her lap.
Sensing the awkwardness, Ludovica cleared her throat in hopes of gaining everyone's attention.
"I want to thank you for the gala last night, Don. Your great efforts truely payed off" Ludo smiled warmly as she brought a glass to the air.
Lifting his glass as well, Salvatore nodded in appreciation yet remained silent.
The tension amongst the group was thick. However, the tension was somewhat eased once Angelita made her presence apparent as she entered the dining room.
The young girl wore a crisp pale pink dress, her hair neatly combed as she tried to tidy her appearance before hand.
Her mother raised a brow at her daughters choice of clothing. The young girl's dress had sleeves which covered her arms. Angel wore such a dress in attempt to cover the bruises and love marks which were given to her by Salvatore the previous night.
"Cara, aren't you hot in that gown?" Ludovica chuckled as she revealed her pearly white teeth. Angel shifted uncomfortably under the many stares, specifically the dangerous eyes of Salvatore. (darling)
Angel pressed her lips in a thin line, smiling awkwardly as her eyes fell to her feet.
A smirk played at Salvatore's lips as he noticed the faint purple mark which ornamented Angel's neck.
The mark was covered pitifully by concealer, in which Salvatore narrowed his eyes at. He disliked her covering his marks, the whole world deserved to know who she belonged to.
Angel's eyes wondered over the table, in which the only seat left available was opposite Salvatore. Stumbling hesitantly, the girl made her way to the seat.
Elena, the maid, placed a glass of orange juice in front of Angel before ushering her to take a warm pastry.
It appeared that everyone else returned back to their conversations, yet Angel remained silent. She could sense the intense stare of Salvatore, his eyes darkening as they fixated onto her.
The girl shifted in disquiet, nibbling at her food as she tried to avoid the eye contact from the man opposite her.
"Salvatore" Camilla, Salvatore's mother, spoke up in order to catch the attention of the tense man.
