The late-afternoon sky over the Hudson had gone the color of a bruise, violet and slate, with a single spear of scarlet light cutting through the November fog. In the grand drawing room of the Moretti estate, a swarm of high-end stylists, tailors, and security personnel moved in disciplined silence under the watchful gaze of Don Luca. Sofia sat in front of an antique gilded vanity mirror, staring at her…
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