The church had become a club of hypocritical people; journalists, magazines, and countless guests only wanted to gossip about the chaos. Kelsea's husband was missing, and she was marrying her cousin. "Was he the love of her life?"
"Or couldn't she wait for them to find his body?"
"What a social climber she is!"
"What a gold digger!" were some of the whispers that could be heard.
On the other hand, Luciano was standing in a black suit, his gray eyes fixed on the church door. He was tall, and his face resembled that of a demon, a predator. His expression exuded authority and malevolence, and although he shared many features with Carter, he didn't ignite excitement like him; he inspired fear and anguish. It was as if he could grab your neck at any moment and slowly kill you with his eye
