SALVATORE'S POV
Two weeks until the wedding.
The security plans for the reception were spread across my desk like a battle map. Perimeter checkpoints, guard rotations, emergency extraction routes. Every variable accounted for, every threat anticipated.
I stared at the diagrams until the lines blurred.
The door opened without a knock, and Sofia breezed in, Giovanna on her heels. They were a whirlwind of fabric swatches and wedding catalogs, trailing the scent of espresso and excitement.
"We're doing it," Sofia announced, dumping a stack of linen samples onto my security plans. "A family dinner. Pre-wedding celebration. Just the inner circle. A chance to breathe before the absolute chaos descends."
I stared at the swatches covering my carefully arranged maps. "We have security details to finalize."
