DANTE's POV
She did not come
My lips quirked up in a smile as I sat alone at the dining table, waiting for Francesca.
Why had I even thought that she was going to honor my invitation when I had asked Maria to get something from the kitchens for her.
She had food so there was no need for her to come see the face of the man who had killed her brother and so vehemently rejected the child she had lost.
I had thought maybe somehow her spirit was broken but how wrong I was
Manuel Guerra walked in just as I was still musing about Francesca’s obvious disrespect.
“You requested to see me?” He inquired, bowing slightly.
“Take a seat, Manuel.” I beckoned him into one of the chair. The one I had had put out for his niece.
“Maybe you can have a meal with me seeing as your niece has refused to
