The commotion reached the far end of the room where the head table was set. Rosalia Valenti tilted her head, her gaze drifting down toward the disturbance.
"Who was that woman just now? Her voice sounds so familiar."
Dante stepped forward and bowed low, his answer quick and smooth:
"Donna Valenti, it's nothing. Just a servant from the household. A maid, that's all."
That was when I laughed. A short, cold sound. I pulled the marriage certificate from inside my coat and dropped to my knees.
"Donna Valenti. I am no maid. I am Serafina Castellano, daughter of Don Enzo Castellano. And I am here to beg the Commission's blessing for an annulment of my blood-bound union with Dante Ferrante."
