Anastasia POV
The party is in full swing and Dante Is still nowhere to be found.
"Not here yet?" Rafaelle walks up to me, a simple smile on his face, "You look, Gorgeous Anastasia, if you were mine I wouldn't make you wait"
I share a laugh with him, "But of course, you belong to my best friend and I guess he just has much more important things to care about" he shrugs taking my arm in his
"Grace got kidnapped," I say, guiding him to the bar, as we get a couple of champagne glutes.
"Did she?" He frowns taking a sip of his drink. "If Dante wanted her rescued in two hours, he would send his men and it would be done for good. How long did you say he has been gone for?" he turns to me with a deeper frown on his face.
Confusion overtakes my features, "Almost twenty-four hours" I say slowly
