Sophia's POV
Three weeks into married life, and I'm still drowning.
The thought struck me as I sat in the elegant morning room, trying to focus on Mrs. Benedetti's lecture about proper flower arrangements for mafia wives. Apparently, there was a difference between flowers appropriate for a funeral (which could be interpreted as a threat) and flowers appropriate for a social gathering (which conveyed respect and prosperity).
Who knew that choosing roses over lilies could start a war?
"Mrs. Romano," Mrs. Benedetti's sharp voice cut through my wandering thoughts. "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, of course," I lied, straightening in my chair.
Mrs. Benedetti's expression suggested she didn't believe me for a second. "Then perhaps you can tell me the significance of white chrysanthemums i
