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Camille

Soft jazz music envelopes me as Alessio and I walk into the foyer at Scarfoni Inc.

The fundraiser is being held in the grand hall but quite a few people have spilled out here, drinking from elegant long-stemmed glasses and talking in groups.

Everyone is dressed in their finest as usual for this year's event. Last year was the first time Dad allowed me to attend. This year I'm here with my husband, who owns the company.

It's interesting how times change, but some things remain the same. Last year, when I walked in with Richard, there were women casting glances at him.

Women are looking at Alessio too, and because he has that obvious dangerous sexy edge, they look like they can't help themselves.

He's dressed like he's going to the Emmys in his Boss suit and cropped cut hair. I'm in a strapless fitted gown, but I'm tired from the migraine that kept me up all night.

It's still bothering me now, but I'm putting my best face forward. This is our first event as husband and wife and