Blood on Silk

Vittoria

The laughter was dead. The music, too.

All that remained was chaos, voices roaring, the scrape of shoes on the marble, and somewhere within the chaos, Carmela's soft gasp that sent my heart sinking.

I raced past my brain, my heels clicking on the smooth floor, the red of my dress flashing before horrified faces and spilled half-full champagne glasses. Then I saw her,on the floor, her whit