The tension between Aaron and Marco still lingered in the air like a storm cloud, since the second Marco uttered Raina’s name from his mouth, but it was broken when the sound of a glass chiming echoed through the hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Giovanni’s voice boomed over the hum of conversation in the hall and instantly drawing every pair of eyes to the center of the room.

He stood with a champagne flute in hand, smile broad and confident. “If I could have your attention for just a moment.”

The chatter died down almost instantly. Aaron’s gaze flicked toward him, jaw still tight, while Marco smirked faintly and stepped back...