The Don's Hidden Heiress: Last Week Alive
When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor.
The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now.
The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral.
"You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days.
"The Don had left the Ashwine to you a