THE VELVET ASSASSIN

med balconies glowing in the crisp night air. The annual Unity Gala had drawn dignitaries, nobles, and el

face hidden behind a silver Venetian mask. She didn't glance up at the cameras or the sea of re

d at the entrance asked,

n accent refined and sharp. The forged title matched the documentation

like a dream. Crystal chandeliers, marble staircases, and waiters in white gloves ca

crowd, her eyes scanning everything, security positions, camera angles an

s. Her father, Don Lorenzo Moretti, was framed for crimes he didn't commit, exec

d in a midnight black tuxedo, gold trim gleaming at his cuffs. He was giving a

e of champagne and

gly handsome. The press called him Europe's m

iew?" a voice a

n who had approached wore no mask. His dark hair w

view had introduced

ring his hand.

a beat. Her training

fingers linger. "Alessia De L

ugh trying to read the truth benea

" she said, sipp

remember a wo

smile. She had rehearsed this s

t will be memor

ng unguarded flickered i

elf to be swept into the rhythm. Her body moved with his

just playin

s beco

fell in love with

he be

ve made me

men were eas