Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
Thick tension enveloped the mansion at that moment. I had heard that the don was not in the best of moods, something I had witnessed firsthand that morning when he rudely kicked me out of his room, but to be honest, I did not feel any different; he was always in a bad mood — what was new?
With dinner approaching, I decided it was best to grab something to eat and retreat to my room. I wanted to avoid any conversations, especially since I had a nagging feeling that everyone knew what had happened the night before. My plan was simple: be invisible, grab my food, and lock myself away.
As I walked toward the dining area for the staff, my gaze remained fixed on the floor. Distracted, I suddenly bumped into someone. My body relaxed immediately when I realize
