An array of drinks and elegant music playing in the background with people sophisticatedly dressed clogged my throat.
I was erasing the memories it brought and putting my focus back on the limited time I had.
My parents brought me to social functions but didn't disclose their involvement in the mafia.
To say the least, this assignment was rubbing salt on the wound.
I wished my parents had told me the truth before it was too late—it being they were dead, and I had to find out what their real job was from Seven, the person whom I considered my mentor.
But I'm not questioning their love for me.
I know they do.
They did.
"Are you alright?"
The voice in my ears made me smirk. I twirled the red wine inside the champagne flute in my hand.
"I'm wearing my favorite black dress and would be slicing a few heads off later. I don't see a reason not to be alright."
Wizardo didn't chuckle. But I knew he was smiling.
