Luciana's POV
My pulse raced hysterically, my skin mottled with suppressed fury, and my legs trembled slightly beneath me, a chaotic mix of rage and nervousness shot through me. I clenched my hands, tightly, afraid my knuckles would break, finding it hard to maintain composure.
I wished I could wipe the smirk off his face immediately. I wish I could, but not yet. He should wait until it’s time, time for the real revenge.
I swallowed down the bile in my throat, a desperate attempt to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see through me. I couldn’t want him to think he had won.
I pulled on a smile. This wasn’t the end, it’s just the beginning. There’s still a card to play. There’s still chance for me, and even if there wasn’t, I had to create one.
“Seems like there’s another guest.” He
