Everyone turned their gazes toward Sara.
She stood poised at the edge of the hall. She was radiant under the hall's golden lights. The white dress she had chosen earlier in the day made her look breathtakingly elegant, and the striking red lipstick on her lips gave her an undeniably bold, challenging appearance.
She held a microphone in her hand, lowering it for a brief moment as her gaze fixed directly on her father.
"Sorry for being late into this event, Father," she spoke raising the microphone again, "I hope you forgive me today for not following the perfect timeline as you always expected from me."
"Before you announce the next heir of the Falcone Family, I have to tell you and everyone present here something important."
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Diego muttered and gazed at the bodyguards present within the hall.
Frida's brow was deeply furrowed. She watched her step-sister as she tried to decipher Sara's motives.
