FELIX
My bachelor party was being held in the banquet hall of the castle, which had been turned into a private nightclub, thanks to the efforts of twin lords Richard and Robert from Wisteria. I gave them free reign, under the strict directions of “nothing too crazy.”
As soon as I saw the strobe lights, I wondered if maybe I had been a little too lenient in my instructions.
The banquet hall was pulsating with the base of the music, and nobility from all over the world were dancing, drinking, and playing arcade games. It was exactly the kind of atmosphere I had enjoyed for most of my life leading up to meeting Mila.
I supposed I could not fault anyone. Most of these men had only known me as a playboy partier and a womanizer, which, to be fair, had been my main personality trai
