The Fiancée Fiasco    

[IRAYA]

 

"Miss, we need to ask you to leave," one of them said, his voice polite but firm as he towered over me.

 

I could've made a scene. I could've fought back. But what would've been the point? Irritating the guards of a mafia empire wasn't exactly on my to-do list tonight.

 

Shrugging, I offered a careless smile. "Gladly."

 

I was already preparing to take my first step toward the exit, determined not to let the guards drag me away and create an unnecessary scene, when a sudden announcement halted me in my tracks.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. De Santis."

 

The air shifted. Conversations hushed, and all eyes turned to the grand entrance. A spotlight illuminated an elderly man who exuded an aura of wealth, power, and elegance.