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

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

sure, must be Kent’s mother. I study her

her but frown when I can’t

likewise come from his father.

put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked, when I flip it open, to see that

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actually Kent’s wedding album.

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in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard,

photograph, right at the beginning, of the beautiful bride, her stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera. Her dress is long,

had chosen for my own

had chosen for me. I wonder, passingly, if it

that none of

me looked

eyes to her face again,

from her severe expression

proudly at

curious about this noble –

word that makes me jump almost