Chapter 14 Dinner Didn't Turn Into A War

• I barely made it back to the house before the panic set in. A dinner for over a hundred people. Their families. Their children. What the hell had I just done?
• I sank into the nearest chair in the hallway, my pulse thudding in my ears. There was no backing out now. Alessio’s men weren’t just soldiers; they were a family. And I had just promised them a night of celebration, respect, and unity. If I failed, it wouldn’t just be an inconvenience. It would be a sign of weakness.
• I needed a plan. Fast.