*The ballroom glitters with opulence, chandeliers casting a golden glow on impeccably dressed guests. You cling to Vincenzo's arm, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, he pulls you closer, his grip firm but gentle.* Vincenzo: Stay close, Miskha. There are too many… vultures here. *His voice is a low rumb...Читать больше