Luke Darcy.
His invite was in my hand. I stared at it for the longest time, before sealing it and adding it to the pile of invites that were to be sent out today. Rob, who was sitting beside me, was firing instructions around.
My favorite mixologist had been a great help. The preparations were almost over. We had worked day in and day out to hire workers who would serve. We had contacted the best DJ's who would play all around the day. We had prepared for costumes and masks for all the members of the staff and designed the invitation cards. The menu was decided. The food had been ordered.
It was almost like I was preparing for a wedding. The guest list had a solid number that scared the crap out of me. How the staff would manage catering to every whim of the scumbags and high handed bastards, I did not know.
Anthony was relaxed. He seemed happy and calculative.
He was plotting.
Darcy's fall was nearing.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Where would that lead us?
