Chapter 92. Silence in the Air

VALENTINO

Booze, champagne, tuxedos, ball gowns and classical music.

Typical.

Kudos to Alessandro for organizing the same old boring shit each and every year.

It was always the same. Just felt the same.

I have no interest in mafia business, Alessandro is equal to the task and handles it smoothly else I would have taught them how to throw a real party.

Not the British slash Italian way but the fun Parisian way.

He’s so outdated and hates doing new stuff.

Well, what do you expect from a man who walks around all day with a scowl and a large frown on his face.

Speak of the devil and he walks right in with the angel hanging by his arm.

Victoria.

I could tell it was her even with the mask on. I bet I could tell it was her too even with the lights off.

You can say it is almost spiritual.

My soul instantly recognizes hers even from across the room.

She held onto her husband tightly with her wedding ring capt