The Daughter They Looked Down On? The Donna They Could Never Reach!

At her wedding, they mocked my clothes and tried to marry me off to a dockworker. I smiled. Then the godfather they'd been begging for months ran in and called me "Donna Visconti." Their faces went white. My mother begged me to stay. But I just asked one question: "A minute ago, you told me to get out. Do you still want me to leave?"