His Regret Began at My Funeral

On the day of my blood-bound union, my betrothed broadcast his pledge to my cousin before every boss at the table. The two of them slipped away together right there, in front of the whole famiglia, leaving me behind to wear the disgrace of the jilted bride.

Lost and unmoored, Lorenzo Falcone, the Boss of Bosses in Harbor City, stepped through the silenced room and went down on one knee before me.

"Adriana Valente, I knew it the moment I saw you across the floor at the Gala. Will you take my name?"