Chapter 70 Despised The Most

• By sunset, the wedding reception was in full swing, a lavish affair befitting royalty or, in this case, mafia royalty. Laughter, music, and clinking glasses echoed through the grounds.
• Serena sat at the head table, her posture perfect as she watched the people mingle, people she was almost certain would kill each other in a heartbeat. She always managed to flash her practiced smile whenever the need arose. And just like her fake smile, nothing felt real, except for the pit in her stomach.
• Adriano sat beside her, wearing that same unreadable expression he always did. His jaw looked too tight to be relaxed, and his eyes were sharper than they should be on a wedding night. Not a single trace of warmth or affection passed between them. And yet, from the outside, they looked every bit the perfect couple.