MOON TICKETS PLEASE.
King Salvatore.
“Yes, sir. I made all the arrangements you asked for in the master bedroom.” Grace says and I nod. Richard walks over to me after.
“Sir, the fireworks have been positioned to show up on your balcony.” Richard says and I click my tongue.
“Good. Make sure to keep the security checked in, the north wing must be out of reach from guests.” I say and they both nod in understanding. My friends walk towards me with gleaming smiles on their faces.
“Your wife is most truly, Salvatore.” Winston say, passing me a glass of champagne from the server.
“Where did you find her?” Crawford asks.
“Shut up the both of you and keep your eyes away from her.” I say and they chuckle.
“That is going to be a tough job, didn’t you see? All the men within the perimeters o
