Rafaelle's POV
The lavish dining hall was alive with energy as the evening went on. The sounds of crystal goblets clinking together and cheerful laughter floated through the air creating a festive mood.
However, even though everyone appeared to be having a good time I could feel a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settling on me. This feeling of unease grew stronger with every hollow laugh that echoed around the room.
My eyes were drawn almost against my will to Don Campani the man sitting at the head of the long elegant table. He had a commanding presence that radiated both power and an unsettling energy.
I noticed how often his eyes flicked over to Iris a stunning woman whose beauty seemed to stir something inappropriate within him. As I observed this a growing wave of frustra
