Marcel's POV

I was seated by myself in the living room, my thoughts swirling with ideas of retribution. The invitation card scattered on the ground at my feet—a fitting symbol for my intentions regarding Raphael and Diana's relationship. I was left to my own affairs by everyone, including Serena, who appeared let down by my outburst toward my mother.

I pictured a vivid image of broken chandeliers, The astonished expressions. The lovely disorder I would generate at their welcoming ...