Serafina’s Pov.
It had been five days since the dinner with Adrik Diana and Matteo. Five days since Adrik had killed Matteo.
It still left a bitter taste in my mouth whenever I thought about that fateful night. The dinner from hell.
Communication between Diana and I had gotten strained and I worried that she was mad at me.
I felt it in the silences between our texts, in the way her usual cheerful voice had gone quieter on calls. She hadn’t said it often, but I knew. She had liked Matteo more than she wanted to admit.
And she wasn't taking his death well.
I stepped out of the car in front of the gated villa Diana had grown up in—it had tall white ivy columns climbing up the stone walls. The trees rustled, and the faint scent of lemon balm sifted into my nose from the garden.
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