Chapter 7 Society Debut

• The black Armani dress clings to my skin like a second layer of armor. I smooth my hands down the silk, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror. The woman staring back looks composed, elegant—everything a mafia wife should be.
• She's also a complete lie.
• "You look... acceptable." Luca's voice cuts through the silence behind me. I don't turn around. Can't. The mirror shows him adjusting his cufflinks, his expression carved from stone.