I nod at her before Pierce and I step outside and descend the front steps to reach the waiting car. Giovanni opens the back door. “Morning, Mr. Ricci. Mr. De Luca.” I nearly stumble at hearing my father’s—and now my—name. The driver sends me a look of uncertainty. “Sir, is everything okay?” I’d better get used to the formality. “It’s fine.” Pierce and I settle into the back of the town car. If it weren’t nine in the morning, I would pour myself a drink from the mini bar at my left. I turn to my cousin. “Marta. Who exactly is she? Surely not my father’s mistress?”
