Chapter 48 A Father's Joy

• The ballroom shone with gold and white hues, as crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow upon the guests, whose laughter and conversation resonated throughout the space. The string quartet performed gently in the background, a calming melody that seemed to wrap around the room like a comforting embrace.
• But for Dysis, everything felt overwhelming. The towering columns, the grand staircase, the glittering crowd—it all seemed like a blur as her focus remained on one person: Alexander.
• She had never seen him like this before. The usual cold, calculated mafia leader—capable of making even the bravest shudder with a single glance—was different tonight. There was a stillness in him, an almost tense calmness in the way he stood. His grip on her hand was firm enough to assert control, but there was something gentle in it, too, as if it was a subtle reminder that there was more to him than his ruthless reputation. As they walked through the sea of guests, Dysis couldn’t shake the feeling of the unspoken words hanging between them, moments he wasn’t ready to share.