Chapter 15 Father's Should Know Better

• There was something different in the air tonight.
• It wasn’t just the scent of scotch or cigar smoke trailing through the hallways. It was something heavier, sharper—like the metallic whisper of betrayal curling in the dark corners of my mansion.
• My daughter had been quiet lately. Too quiet. And Alessia wasn’t a quiet girl. She was fire disguised as lace—loud in spirit even when she wore silence like perfume. But now? Now she watched people like she was hunting secrets. She left rooms too fast. Lingered too long near certain men.