A few days have gone by since I started living in Stefano’s apartment. My dad feels it’s not safe for me to travel for now. I am in the kitchen eating when Stefano walks in.

“I have a party we need to attend to find out important information about who attacked us a few days ago. Do you have an evening gown?”

“No, I don’t. What leads do you have so far?”

“The only leads I have come from the bullets that were shot at us that night. Unfortunately, my car, was shot that night, fortunately for our investigation, I was able to get this,” he says, placing a bullet...