She Stole My Promotion With My Uncle's Name. I Came Back Holding His Signet

It was the Moretti Family's annual gathering, and everyone at the table was allowed to choose one dish.

When it was my turn, Bianca, a young woman who had only recently been taken under the Family's protection, suddenly snatched the menu from my hand.

"We've ordered enough. You don't need anything else."

I ignored her and looked at the waiter.

"I'll have the mac and cheese."

Before the waiter could respond, Bianca slammed the menu straight into my face.

"I said you're not ordering. Who the hell do you think you are?"

The hard edge scraped across my cheek, leaving a sharp sting behind.