Chapter 5: Bianca

By morning the whole house knows two things. One: the Don has never let anyone sleep in his bed. Two: he let me. Matteo, the old butler with white hair and a spine like a ruler, brings me a dress. Ivory lace, off the shoulder, and it fits me perfectly, which means someone measured me while I was crying in a car last night. "The Don requests you at breakfast, Miss Elena." "Requests," I repeat. Matteo's mouth twitches. "It's the closest he comes." The dining hall could hold a hundred people....