I looked over my shoulder to see Jace adjusting his cufflinks.
"You ready?" I asked him what he would typically ask me.
He nodded. "Ready."
Here goes nothing...
There were guests waiting downstairs.
Right at the doorway, there was a giant framed photograph of Don Vittorio with a book placed on the shelf underneath in between two flower vases. Rocco, Jace's brother's picture was right next to his too.
He was so handsome.
I couldn't help but wonder why his pictures weren't hung everywhere like his father's.
My heart ached for how young he was when he passed on.
It was a solemn gathering filled with warm smiles that didn't exactly reach the eyes of everyone.
I stood next to Jace all through as he spoke to the guests.
