Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Tristin turns her eyes to me as soon as I am seated, the baby in

her lap looking up at me curiously. “Hello, Fay,” she says, her face

cold. But hey, at least she’s talking to me.

“Hi,” I say, giving her as bright a smile as I can manage. Romulus

peaks around her to give me a happy wave, which I return.

My father, on Romulus‘ other side, turns to me as well. “We

wanted to apologize, Fay, as a family. For the events at our house

yesterday.”

“Oh, please,” I say, waving a hand to dismiss it. “Don’t worry

about it. I understand that it’s…awkward. That I’m sort of a new

addition, and that I screwed up some of your plans. I’m…sorry

about that, by the way.” I look into Tristin’s face as I say it.

“Not a new addition, Fay,” my father says, looking at me steadily. “A love one returned to us after a long parting.”

“Yes,” Tristin says, her voice low and rehearsed. “You are a

eyes flick to Kent

I wonder why.

little blandly. The food is good, the chitchat a little dull. I get a lot of family history, then, with Alden showing me pictures of my

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to America from Italy.

2/3

before, that I’m actually Italian. I never thought much about my ethnicity, but with my red hair

and roman noses, they look

showing me these,”

him. “I’m learning so

myself these days.”

to learn,” he says, giving me a

I

quite late, with everyone

oldies that this crowd apparently favors-

– even

a poor time-

stern, always glancing around the room,

say

over an old woman who introduced herself as my great aunt. Does he ever

time?

turns

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his eyebrow.

shoulders, encouraging him, without words, to try to loosen up and have a good time. He smirks at me and then looks away, continuing