~Isabella POV~
The wedding reception was as tense as one would imagine, filled with competing rival families. Only Bernardi’s men were allowed to carry guns. Victor had instructed me to stay by him at all times, and though I would have protested against such an order, I knew from what happened on our way to the venue, it was indeed crucial that I obeyed.
After taking pictures with our wedding party and immediate family, Victor and I were stationed in an area to meet with our guests. Each Mafia head and their wives made their way to greet Victor and me and offered their congratulations. Many of the Don’s, although much older than Victor, bowed their heads out of respect and, or fear. The wives made it a point to embrace me in a hug or grabbed my hands to show their sincerity. Victor shoo
