Chapter 135 The Mafia's Porcelain Doll

• Vittoria’s throat went dry instantly, as if punishing her simply for daring to utter those words.
• “Principessa, shall we have lunch tomorrow?” Alfonso suggested, his voice was far too gentle, rehearsed, and artificial; it failed to convince even himself.
• “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, papà.” Vittoria replied at once, especially now that she could finally see the truth she had always tried to avoid.