The Grip on Her Neck

The next day arrived quickly, and Gastone prepared himself for the party with a mix of nervousness and worries. Two hours ago, he contacted Daniel and asked for his plans, but he didn't answer. 

Gastone stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was combed back slickly. The white tux and dark blue inner shirt complemented his electric-blue eyes, giving him a polished yet striking appearance. 

"That's better," Gastone muttered and sighed deeply. He wasn't excited to attend, but he needed to be there. 

As Gastone adjusted his tie in the mirror, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He kept thinking about the mysterious woman he had met the day before. 

"I need to focus on Lucia today," Gastone reminded himself before leaving his apartment. 

The streets were busy as Gastone made his way to Nutri's mansion. The city buzzed with life as many fancy cars drove to attend the party, especially when it was made public.