Dante’s POV
I couldn’t stop pacing the platform that had been set up out the front of the packhouse as I nervously waited for my mom to send me a link to tell me Cadi and the others were ready.
My mother had outdone herself tonight, there were multiple large white marques set up covering every inch of the free space out the front of the packhouse, and the ceilings of these were cover in hundreds of twinkly white lights. My mother had set up a dancefloor in the middle, and at the top end, closest to the packhouse, was a small stage, a navy-blue runner leading down the stairs up to the packhouse doors.
My eyes didn’t leave the doors as I brushed imaginary link off my navy-blue dress pants and adjusted the collar on my white dress shirt for the millionth time. I had been waiting so long fo
