POV: Mia
I have been preparing for this dinner since Wednesday.
Not with weapons. Not with a plan I do not have enough information yet for a real plan. I have been preparing the way my father taught me without ever meaning to teach me: by deciding exactly who I am going to be in that room before I walk into it.
My father used to say that the most powerful person at any table is not the one with the most money or the most men outside. It is the one who decided before they sat down what they would and would not give away. Everything else the words, the smile, the small talk is just costume. The decision underneath is what matters.
I have made my decision.
I am Marco Russo's grieving daughter. I am slightly overwhelmed by my situation. I am grateful for Dante's protection and a little dazzled by this world I was always kept away from. I am not a threat. I am not an investigator. I am a young woman in over her head who is very glad to meet a man who knew and loved her father.
