The Benedetti family arrived at Il Cielo Stellato the way a pack of stray dogs arrives at a quiet park, loud, disruptive, and completely unaware of how badly they did not belong there.Sergio pushed through the glass doors first with his chest out, Rosa immediately behind him, her eyes sweeping the dining room with the hungry, overwhelmed expression of someone who had never been anywhere this nice and was trying very hard not to show it. Lorenzo had his arm around Valentina, and Valentina was already talking at full volume about what she planned to order.The other diners, lawyers, executives, a retired judge near the back window, turned their heads one by one as the noise level in the room climbed.A senior waiter moved toward them quickly, his smile professional and tight."Good evening. If you'd like to be seated, I'll need you to lower your voices a little. Our other guests appreciate a quieter atmosphere."Sergio's eyes narrowed. He was not used to being told what to do by someon