Sophia's POV
When Vito called me over, David shot me that worried look again. I patted his hand reassuringly and pushed Vito's wheelchair away from the small gathering.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Romano estate's manicured gardens, but the warmth did nothing to ease the tension radiating from the man beside me. Vito's jaw was set in that familiar hard line that meant he was either furious or fighting some internal battle.
"You needed to speak with me?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully neutral.
"Your marital status," he said without preamble, his dark eyes fixed straight ahead. "I felt it needed to be... clarified."
Ah, there it was. The possessive streak that never failed to surface whenever David was around. I should have expected this conversation.
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