“I was promised a Vitiello woman in marriage. A woman with beauty and grace. You fulfill my requirements.” I stared. “You think I’m beautiful?” “To think it would suggest it’s born of my imagination, but your beauty is fact. And the reason why I’m not worried about men making a move on you is because you are a Falcone now, my wife, and in Las Vegas, nobody goes against us.”
Ugh nino I'm in love
