270 Chapter Two hundred and seventy.

The stay at Italy had officially begun. The moment they had landed in the country, all she had seen was security. If she considered what she had seen in the states as security Italy was the tenfold of it. Men awaited it and subtle bow of head no longer existed. It was a full bed the neck in respect bow. The entire family awaited them at home. No one else than the Don's immediate family travelled with him.

Charcoal was the colour worn by her. Black in mourning but that period had not begun yet. So she was indicating the early period of grief.

It was all too traditional for her actually understand but the family had passed down generations of traditions and this one seemed royalty so she accepted to continue it. It made her feel like a Queen. The home country meant more, more tradition, more power, authority and respect. Just like Agatha had warned her in the airplane.