My ears rang just as chaos erupted around me. Chairs crashed, glasses shattered, and guests scattered like startled birds. Three men in matching tuxedos rushed in front of me, forming a solid wall. In a matter of seconds, the elegant reception dissolved into pure panic.
Across the room, Lorenzo’s voice cut through the noise as he shouted instructions at his men. Then he pulled a gun from somewhere inside his suit jacket, and my eyes widened at the sight. Of course he had a gun. Of course he knew to keep one just in case something like this ever happens.
Was he dancing with me all night with that stashed in his jacket? For some reason, that bothered me more than all the shouting and the running. On the other hand, if he does end up dying in this mess, I’d be one hell of a rich widow.
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