A Pale Imitation

Alessia's POV

The room went deadly silent.

Rocco was already moving, closing the distance between them with long, angry strides. "Careful, Viviane."

His voice carried a warning that would have made anyone else back down.

But Viviane ignored him, her glassy eyes still locked on mine. "No matter how much the Don triesh to paint the image of thish murderer'sh daughter ash anything else, she'sh no