The sound of Nico stepping into the room pulls my attention back to the present. He’ll be my best man, the closest thing I’ve got to a friend. As usual, he’s expressionless, standing just inside the door with his hands clasped in front of him.
I look away from the mirror. “Are they here?” I ask, crossing to the black double-breasted jacket laid over the couch.
“Yes,” he replies. “They look ready to start something.”
A small smile curls my mouth as I shrug into the jacket. “They won’t dare. Did you send the pictures?”
“Yes. Along with the warning.” Nico steps closer, adjusts my cravat with sharp precision. “We’ve got eyes inside. They’re still planning something.” He finishes and steps back.
“What about my father?”
He didn’t get a single invite, but if I know the man, and I do, he’s w
