VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON

The days flew by until the much-anticipated Mafia Gala Night finally arrived. Vincenzo had spared no expense, arranging a luxurious spa session for me, complete with a massage, pedicure, manicure, and facials. I also had a standby makeup artist, hairstylist, and a mysterious large box delivered to my room a few hours after the spa session. The box bore a note that read, “Love, from your tiger.”

Of course, it was from Vincenzo. I hadn’t opened the box yet, ...