Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 98

Instead, I move to the opposite side of the room, to where the photo books are. Some of them are very old – a hundred years or

more, even. The academic historian in me wants to explore those

early photographs, but instead I reach for the newer bindings further down, hoping for some information about Daniel and his

upbringing.

I take a few volumes over to the little chair, flipping through.

I smile, recognizing Daniel’s face in a few of the first photos, but then frown when I realize that they’re too old–grainy old photos,

with fashion from the 1980s….

I blink, shocked, realizing that these must be pictures of Kent

when he was a child. Fascinated, I flip through, looking at the

people who must have been his mother and father, his family.

I quickly flip to the front of the book where I’m lucky enough to

picture of a beautiful, dark–haired woman, who is happily

must be Kent’s mother. I study

when I can’t find

come from

pictures of Daniel as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked, when I flip it open, to

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actually Kent’s wedding album.

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black and white, surprisingly- and take in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard, the couple’s private table set up under a wide–branching

a photograph, right at the beginning, of the beautiful bride, her stunning face quite serious as she looks

that I had chosen for

for me. I wonder, passingly,

choice, remembering that none of the dresses

looked

her face again, her hair tightly pulled back

distract from her severe expression as she raises her

and looks proudly at the

her, curious about this noble – and, am I imagining it? A bit melancholy? –

word that makes me jump almost out