Five Years Buried — The Torn Invitation

Dante, really? A sealed invitation? invitation? No one can see the bride and groom's names until they open it at the door. Who does that? Dante did not look at her. You will open it. I took it. Of course. Then I left with Theo. On the way upstairs, I tore the invitation in half and threw it into a trash can. I did not

notice one torn corner falling open. On it was one name, Lena Hart. I thought that was the end. I was wrong. A week later, Claire called me screaming. Ava, a major director wants you to sing the opening song for his new series. This is huge. Huge, yes. Also suspicious. When I arrived at the studio, Dante was there. Claire dragged me over with a professional smile. Mr. Morelli,

this is Ava Hayes. Miss Hart, long time no see. Mr. Morelli, she's Hayes. My mistake. I once knew someone named Lena Hart. My heart beat too fast. I smiled like I had no idea. At lunch, the staff brought fruit salad. Mine had mango. I was allergic to mango. Dante knew that. If I he would know. So I picked up the fork and lifted a piece toward my mouth. Before I could eat it,

Dante grabbed my wrist. The mango fell to the table. Everyone stared. Dante took the whole bowl away. Get her hot food. Rice. Soup. No mushrooms. No cilantro. Soon, his men brought I brought food from the most expensive Italian restaurant in Manhattan. Ava, did you secretly seduce the Mafia King?