He Gave Me $2.50. I Took His Empire

At the Moretti Family's annual banquet, I drew the winning token at the exact same moment as my boyfriend's new consigliere, Tania Fox.

Neal Gilbert stepped forward with an easy smile and claimed there had been a mistake in the draw.

He ordered one of his men to bring out two identical black velvet boxes.

"One contains the real prize," he announced. "The other doesn't. We'll leave it to luck."

Tania smiled.

I said nothing.

We opened the boxes at the same time.

Mine held two worthless casino chips.

Tania's held the keys to a brand-new armored Ferrari.