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,

be Kent’s mother. I study her face for a

her but frown when I can’t

likewise come from his

for pictures of Daniel as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked,

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actually Kent’s

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surprisingly- and take in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It

stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera. Her

I had chosen for my own wedding.

chosen for me. I wonder,

remembering that none of the dresses

looked anything like this..

my eyes to her face again, her hair tightly pulled

from her severe expression

looks proudly at

moved by her, curious about this noble – and, am I imagining it? A

by a single word that