When the news circulates, she shakes her head, thinking of the quiet man who'd had the guts to walk into an Italian eatery, daring them to try something.  And look how he was rewarded for his brashness.  She sighs as she opens her dress shop for the day, nervously checking over her shoulder for anyone eyeing her place as a next likely target.<br/><br/>When the polls come around with the ballots for mayor, she hesitates for a moment, then scrawls<strong>Marguerite's</strong>name.  Though she was something of an unsavory sort, anyone that obvious couldn't possibly be a mobster... could they?