Chapter 88 The Funeral Of A King
- The television buzzed faintly in the quiet of the Spanish villa’s living room.
- Giovanni Andretti’s casket was shrouded in white lilies. Lily sat still on the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Janice watched her from across the room, concern flickering in her eyes.
- But Lily didn’t move. She didn’t cry. Her face was blank, like all the grief had hollowed her out.