I want to ask why Lorenzo told me he wouldn’t give me this ring, but I choose silence considering the fury she isn’t even attempting to hide from me.
“I know Lorenzo chose another one,” she answers my unspoken question. “But since he refused to show it to me, I’d rather be prepared. If it turns out ugly or cheap, I’ll replace it with this one. Honestly, how dare he do something like that behind my back!” she complains, and I cannot tell whether she’s angry at her son’s secrecy or at me.
“Madam,” Nina interrupts—thank God—just as the clock reveals we are already late for the evening. “The guests have begun arriving.”
“I’ll go downstairs to receive them. Has Don Dante arrived yet?”
“No, madam. He informed the godfather that he was delayed, but he’s on his way with both sons.”
“All right
