Luca’s POV
The charity event was coming to an end, with the monotone murmur of obligatory chats and fake smiles gradually receding. I lingered at the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey, lost in thought amidst the dazzling scene. These occurrences were identical: superficial, expected, and extremely dull. The individuals in this place have come to observe and get noticed, to associate themselves with my reputation, my influence. However, the significance of everything hardly entered my thoughts.
I was not present at the party. My existence served as a warning of the authority governing this city. But this evening, a different disturbance was troubling my thoughts. Emma is a name.
My wife walked into the hall with a calm and composed demeanor, her expression giving nothing away, moving gra
