Masks of Civility

Vivienne’s POV

The moment my gaze fell upon our table, my steps faltered.

Giovanni Lombardi.

He was seated directly across from where Valentin and I were meant to sit, his arm draped casually along the back of his date’s chair as if this were some friendly dinner rather than a gathering of people who would gladly draw blood behind closed doors. Beside him sat his plus one, Luciana Costa, the woman