Diana's POV
The venue was extremely beautiful and based on a Baroque design with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was dimly lit and businessmen from all over the world were here.
Rafael placed his hand on the small of my back and led me towards an elderly man.
"Ah good afternoon DeMarco. It's so nice to see you. It's a shame that your father couldn't make it. And who is this lovely young lady might I ask?" the man asked in a deep British accent. I saw Rafael jaw clench.
"My apologies. He had to attend a conference in Shanghai. That's my...wife" Rafael replied hesitantly. My heart sank in some sort of weird disappointment.
"So nice to meet your acquaintance. I'm Edward Dickinson. And DeMarco didn't tell me your name so if you don't mind me asking...?" the man kiss
