The waltz concluded to polite, terrified applause as Dante and Valentina stepped off the polished terrazzo floor toward the private VIP alcove overlooking the palace courtyards. The tension in the Hall of Mirrors remained thick as cordite, every guest aware that a war for the throne of Sicily was unfolding before their eyes. Waiters circulated with silver trays bearing vintage crystal goblets filled with aged Marsala Superiore—a rich, dark amber…
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