It was difficult to suppress my annoyance during dinner, so I was relieved when everyone left eventually. I could have hugged her and gladly took her up on the topic change, even if Mansueto obviously wasn’t going to drop the topic anytime soon. “I’m happy with what we have,” I said quickly.Ĭassio touched my hand, gratefulness flashing in his eyes. Continuing the bloodline was something deeply ingrained in every mafia man, so it was astonishing that Cassio hadn’t done a paternity test the moment he’d found Gaia dead. Maybe Mansueto worried that Andrea was indeed the father, not Cassio. “You should keep your young wife in mind.” I didn’t want a fight at Christmas dinner. “And I’m delighted about your son, but what about you, Cassio?”Ĭassio set down his fork and knife slowly. “I’m blessing you with a grandchild any day now,” Mia said pointedly, patting her round belly. At least, Simona was busy squishing baby carrots in her hands.
I choked on a piece of roasted asparagus.ĭaniele looked between his dad and me. “When are you going to bless us with another grandchild?”
Mansueto watched Cassio and me like a hawk.
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