36| Arnica.

I make my way to the bar, placing my wine glass on top of the varnished counter, lifting my hand as I grab the barman’s attention.

“Another refill?” He asks me, holding up a bottle of flat white wine.

I don’t know what I’m currently drinking because I never bothered to ask him what he is serving. As long as it loosens the tension in my body, I'll drink it.

Pushing my glass forward, “that would be lovely, thank you.” I say with a forced smile, not wanting to be here.

When Maverick had picked me up from my aunts earlier this evening, he reluctantly informed me that we had to attend a prestigious event to pay tribute to one of the influential Don's he is associated with at the Elite Family estate. This venue is perfect for exclusive events, where a strict code of conduct ensures a peaceful atmosphere for all attendees.

This particular Don, whose name I didn’t bother to remember, is being recognized for his outstanding achievement in leading a big project aimed at providing a safe and eng