Not that Vee needed much of a formal initiation anymore. In truth, she was already far too deep in the workings of the New York famiglia. She knew where weapons were hidden, who could be trusted, which rooms in Commissioned were dangerous. She had stood through blood, secrets, and enough madness to scare any sane woman back to a peaceful life.
But tradition was tradition. She still had to take the oath. She still had to be declared publicly as Luca's Donna.
Marco was responsible for arranging it. So while they were cake tasting for his own wedding, he was distracted on his phone, making sure the right people would be present.
Across from him, Valentina was glowing with wedding excitement and pregnancy hormones, which meant she was both adorable and terrifying. The baker kept presenting tiny slices of cake.
Chocolate hazelnut, lemon cream, vanilla almond, pistachio. Something with berries Marco had stopped listening to three cakes ago.
