Giovanni Ferrari rose to his feet, and moved over to the bar.
"You don't seem outraged anymore," Luciano observed out loud.
The man was not in his frame of vision, so he couldn't see him shrug.
He returned with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
"There aren't many things that can shock me for too long anymore. Granted, I couldn't believe my eyes when she walked into the hall. I almost thought someone had resurrected Bianca Barone. Yet even as beautiful as her mother was, she still managed to eclipse her somehow. Whew!" He stretched a glass to Luciano, who graciously accepted it.
"Then you must also know she was the girl I captured at your birthday party to be interrogated."
His brow lifted slightly. "I thought she was with another girl?"
Luciano's breath hitched, as he pretty much confirmed what he feared.
Daniela had not told Giovanni about his daughter yet.
And now, he had to decide if it was his place to tell him.
"She was."
