Luna's POV
Dominick and I arrived at the party, stepping into a hall already packed with guests. These weren't just ordinary people; they were powerful figures belonging to the Mafia.
"Remember, always stay behind me," Dominick said, gently taking my hands in his, before leading us through the crowd towards a group of people engaged in conversation.
"Don Phoenix!" a middle-aged man called out excitedly, pulling Dominick into a warm hug. "You're looking very good."
"Thank you, Don Ronaldo," Dominick replied, stepping back from the embrace. "And you're not looking bad yourself."
Turning his attention to me, Don Ronaldo's brown eyes locked onto mine. "This must be your wife, Sol?"
"Yes, indeed. This is Sol," Dominick confirmed, nudging me forward slightly. "Say hi to Don Ronaldo, hun."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Don Ronaldo," I managed to say after a moment, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
