POV: Daemon
I stand watching my guests smile, chat, and enjoy the celebration. From a distance, hidden among the vineyard vines, I calmly smoke my second cigarette while standing here. My nerves are on edge; since I slipped out the back of the castle, they began to surface, and I can't control them. Standing here, I witnessed the night fall, watched each guest arrive, and each harvester in their finest attire.
I even heard the roar of my old Ferrari, bringing a slight smile to my lips, knowing my Aphrodite had arrived.
My first instinct was to rush to greet her, but my nerves got the better of me. I couldn't; I chickened out and stayed put. I even questioned for a few seconds if doing all this would be a good idea. Memories of the past flooded my mind, and to be honest, I was afraid to
