Chapter 144

For the second time in less than two months, affluent people gathered in the church, dressed in black.

Amanda Harrow took the front seat, along with Renata Di Ravelli who had a solemn expression in her eyes.

Beside them was Francesco, his lips clamped shut as he stared into space.

Then, an orchestra accompanied the soft Latin music from the choir, and the doors opened.

A coffin was carried to the