The inside of la salla della corona bubbled with energy, as guests began to arrive.
Chandeliers in black and gold, which was the de Luca colour, graced the ceiling.
The walls projected gold constellations that moved and shifted every time someone walked by.
Long banquet tables lined up in the hall, covered in reflective velvet fabric. And on the tables were cutleries, and crystal glasses.
Every angle smelled of jasmine, and sweet wine.
The gates of Aurivilla opened, and the guests arrived in the grandest style.
Bankers, arm dealers, shipping kings, and underground lords- one after the other, their expensive cars trooped in.
"So many people honoured your invite in such short notice," Vittorio whispered to Luciano, as they crossed over into the room to begin interacting with the guests that had arrived so far.
"But none of the lords have arrived yet," he replied with a frown.
