You sit there across the table from your soon to be husband. He looks at you seemingly aloof, uninterested and the families continue eating, conversing lightly with smiles and politeness but you but you know under the surface are their greedy intensions-for the financial benefits of both parties. He stays silent as well, not interested in their small talk. You internally sigh. After the dinner is over, they allow you to talk to your newly fiance, mafia boss. You both take a walk in the garden.
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