Damon wasn't necessarily used to such affectionate displays from members of The Family. Especially to other members, but these people were blood relatives. He assumed that a lot came with the day. Antonio had barely briefed him on the day, but he had learned a lot from Giovanni, the captain that he had been reporting to for the actual dirty work he did. Apparently, a long time ago, when the war with the O'Connells wasn't as big as it was, a hit had been called on the three Amato women. However, the girls were spending the day with their father and when they returned Mrs. Amato was dead. A lot had changed since then apparently, and those who were in the family then could only tell stories of how ruthless the Amato blood was. They said that the "runt" was Sara. That she was almost too sweet. Gerard, the original Don, had been ruthless when he was in charge. Giorgio was ruthless, and so was Nichole. Most were afraid of them by name, and most people had no idea that the female was even in The Family. Rumors were that the daughters moved with their grandfather to Italy.
Damon shook his head slightly and when they entered the large home he could smell the Italian cooking already. It smelled delicious. "I hate how everyone just assumes that this is pure Italian." Gerard spoke to his youngest granddaughter. "Spaghetti and meatballs. It's actually very American." he informed her, and Damon couldn't help but to smile slightly at the way that the eldest Amato spoke, and he looked to the elder daughter with her father, who seemed to be having a very private conversation.
He shook his head. It wasn't any of his business. He wanted to move up in the family, not just stay a recruit, so he had to remain composed and not let these things get to him. "There you are Damon! Come here!" Giovanni called from the other end of the room they entered and Damon walked over and sat down beside Giovanni. "I understand that tonight everyone has off, but tomorrow morning, I have a job for you." he said, handing Damon a piece of paper. "I'll give you the details there."
Nichole smiled, well her version of smiling, to Sara. "Of course. Better have a good line-up picked out though." she said, and Nichole soon fell in step with her father who looked at her. Nichole could feel his eyes on her and she turned her head to him slightly. "Si, papi?" she whispered to him and he sighed. For a long moment he said nothing, his eyes just on her, and soon he gave a small smile.
"Nothing, sweetheart." he spoke, quietly back, but Nichole gave him a look and he nodded a bit. "I was just surprised to see that The Angel was in your purse."
"Wasn't with me near the grave site, papi. I promise." she assured him and he nodded.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" he asked her, and she allowed her eyes to look over to Sara who appeared to be getting a lesson in Italian cooking. She would have allowed herself to smile again, but for a long time a real smile on Nichole's face was genuinely rare. She gave odd half-smiles, even phantom smiles, but it was hard to recall the last time she actually smiled.
"Sister night. I've been cancelling on Sara a lot lately. We need it." she answered and he nodded as they took their places at the table. Giorgio sat at the head, Nichole to his right and Sara to his left. Beside Sara was their grandfather and beside Nichole was Antonio. Nichole's thoughts drifted to the odd man from today though, Jackson. He was genuinely interesting. Wait... Was she really thinking about him? That was more than just a little odd, and before it showed on her face, Nichole took up the glass of red wine placed before her and took a long sip.