Sophia's POV
"Father. My affairs are none of your concern."
The table went silent.
I stared at Vito, certain I'd misheard. He sat rigid in his wheelchair, his jaw set in a hard line, those dark eyes fixed on his father.
He's... defending me?
"Excuse me?" His father's face flushed with surprise and anger. "I am your father. Everything about this family is my concern."
"My marriage is my business. I won't discuss this further."
The tension in the room was suffocating.
What is going on between them?
Into the heavy silence, Maria Castellano's gentle voice floated like honey.
"Please, let's not argue during dinner." She smiled that perfect, "I'm sure Isabella is doing her best. These things can be stressful for a young bride."
She turned to me with an expression of such sisterly symp
