CHAPTER 163
NONNA POV (Hehe)
The morning sun was too bright for a house shrouded in such dark shadows. I sat by the window of my private chambers, my fingers tracing the cold glass.
Below, in the gardens, the dew was still clinging to the roses, but my mind was stuck in the humid, suffocating atmosphere of last night's ballroom.
The silence of my room was a heavy weight. My grandson had not shown up to his own engagement.
I sighed, a sound that felt like it carried the weight of the entire Salvatore lineage. I felt the sharp sting of guilt.
I was trying one to be blamed. Me, the one who had emotional blackmailed him into thinking about marriage.
Even though I wasn't the one who picked his bride or this alliance with the valerio. I was still to be blamed for not going to meet him in private to ask if he was truly happy.
