Chapter 246 The Undoing Of Proserpina

• The main hall of the Shangri La, where Lucien Delano was hosting a party, was alive with sound and motion. Classical jazz music pulsed through the air, its rhythm echoing in the beat of laughter and clinking glasses. Warm lights, golden, and playful, spilt over the faces of the wealthy and the powerful, flushed with excitement, catching in sequins, polished shoes, and the gleam of champagne flutes. Conversation flowed in rivulets, rising and falling, breaking into bursts of cheers when someone told a story that was too good to be contained.
• Food and drink were abundant; every party that the mafia Don threw was an outstanding example of hospitality.
• The dance floor was crowded, the sounds of heels clicking, sneakers scuffing, couples twirling. In the corners, quieter groups leaned close, voices lowered over shared secrets or jokes. The buffet table was a riot of colours and scents, plates piled high while cocktails shimmered in jewel tones at the bar.