The Party

Vincenzo's POV

The banquet hall glowed with warm light and quiet opulence, the kind my mother had always loved. It was elegant without being ostentatious. White flowers lined the walls, candles flickered on every table, and soft music threaded through the hum of conversation.

It was perfect.

She deserved perfect.

Rocco clung to Viviana’s hand as they approached my mother. He looked nervous in his