Donta rose from his seat as his wife entered the room, her grace and beauty making him smile on such a dark day. He was reminded of the day they met, fond memories indeed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œEvening dear.â€ Then, far more gravely: â€œHow is she? And who was the bastard that did it?â€</span>she said. Donta sighed.<br/><br/>"I do apologize for being late, and that is the cause of it." he said, "She will be fine with care and rest. The one responsible would be Vinchenzo ultimately, yet his men who soiled their hands with the task won't be a problem anymore." Donta took a seat at the dinner table as it was set and food was placed before him, Dominique sitting beside him, "I doubt it's adequate meal conversation, but suffice it to say, it's far from over."