Chapter 13 - My Daughter Walked Down the Aisle Holding the Hand of the Man Who Had Once Been the City’s Most Feared Criminal
One year later, Alessandro proposed.
Not with diamonds.
Not with bodyguards.
He simply got down on one knee in the garden.
Emma stood beside him.
“Will you marry us?”
I laughed.
“Us?”
Emma nodded.
“Me too.”
I hugged them both.
“Yes.”
The wedding was small.
Only family.
Friends.
People Alessandro trusted.
Emma wore a white dress.
She carried the silver necklace that had once belonged to Sofia.
When she walked down the aisle, Alessandro cried.
Again.
Everyone noticed.
He didn't care.
Before the ceremony, he whispered:
“Sofia would have loved this.”
I squeezed his hand.
“She would.”
Then we married.
Not as a mafia boss and a housekeeper.
Not as a powerful man and a poor woman.
As two broken people who had somehow found each other.
And Emma?
May you like
She was the reason.
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