Chapter 15
Theo
I held onto the small clump of flowers, some of the roses ripped and torn from their ordeal. Dirt stained the delicate petals—survivors in the midst of chaos.
"Would you like me to take care of those?" Josef offered his hand as we approached the ballroom.
"No." I tightened my grip on the child's present. "I think I want to hold onto them for a bit."
"As you wish." He motioned to the two aides and they opened the double doors.
The ballroom was busy, the various guests gorging themselves on the abundant brunch Chef Debussy had laid out—I couldn't blame them, the man had some mad skills when it came to producing edible works of art. It was a casual reception, allowing everyone to do as they wish—I had no need to force any of my family's friends to make an appearance if t
