Marco's POV:
Luca and I returned to Crimson Harbor with wine and gifts, just as we had every year for Moretti Founders' Night.
In 20 years, we had never missed it.
But after scanning our invitations, security stopped us at the entrance.
"Mr. DeLuca, Mr. Marino, your names aren't on the guest list."
For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.
In the past, security had never even bothered checking our invitations.
The first time I got drunk, at 16, the Moretti family's longtime butler had carried me to a guest room himself.
When Luca was hospitalized after an injury, the Morettis had reserved an entire floor for him.
We had always assumed we received special treatment because of who we were.
I smiled, certain this was a mistake.
"Check again. Evelyn personally reserved seats for u
