"Emma!" my father, Edward Moretti, barked. "Don’t ruin your sister’s happiness."
My stomach dropped. Edward Moretti—capo of the Moretti syndicate, a man feared in all of New York—had just dismissed me like I was a nuisance.
Happiness?
I let out a hollow laugh, my vision blurring. “Is this a joke?” My hands trembled at my sides. “You all knew?”
My mother, Isabella Moretti, smoothed out her designer dress. "Emma… you and Jason have been distant for a while. We thought it was for the best."
"For the best?" My voice cracked. "For the best? You mean betraying me behind my back?"
Jason exhaled, exasperated. "Emma, stop making a scene."
"A scene?" My voice rose. "You proposed to my sister in public, surrounded by my own family, on my son’s birthday! And I’m making a scene?"
Lily had the audacity to step forward, pouting like she was the victim. "Emma, I love him." She reached for my hand, fake sympathy in her eyes. "I didn’t plan this, but—"
I jerked away like her touch was poison. "Don’t touch me."