Giovanni POV

We arrived at the event, and the sight stole my breath.

The hall glittered under crystal chandeliers, each one spilling golden light over velvet drapes and marble floors polished like mirrors. This wasn’t just a dinner—it was a spectacle. A world I didn’t belong to.

Mitchell had called it just a dinner. But how could a “dinner” look like this? No ordinary table setting, no quiet chatter. Instead, the place roared with power. A thousand-dollar violin quartet ...