52. The D'erricos(Part three)

As the sleek black sedan glided up the winding drive, I couldn't help but think about what would change from what i judy witnessed tonight.

I couldn't shake the we crossed the threshold into the marble-floored foyer, I couldn't shake the insidious feeling that something fundamental had shifted, as subtle as a whisper of wind before the coming storm.

As soon as the car parked into the driveway, the driver alights from the car and opens the door, Giovanni speaks to him in low tones to which he nods as GIovanni leads me carefully to the entrance of the mansion.

"Welcome back."

Darva's toneless voice made me start. She emerges from a side hallway, her movements sharp and eerily precise as always. I watch her, my senses sharp.

"How was your evening, mistress?" She blinked at me with those dispassionately blank eyes.

I opened my mouth, but now words came out. How did one respond when their evening was ultimately ruined in that manner.

"It was...fine." I lie, hoping she couldn't see how s