Twenty-one:

Twenty-one:

Inside, I was surprised by the amount of important people I saw at the event. People for business, a few pop stars, and a lot of actors. Not to mention a couple of people I was sure were famous for something judging by the amount of gossip surrounding them and people taking their pictures. Influencers, maybe?

Donatello kept on having people come up to him and he kept on introducing me as his daughter. I ignored most of the conversations and hoped that Danny Fox would make an appearance again.

“Emmilia?” I heard someone call my name from across the room.

I had been about to stuff a mushroom cheese puff into my mouth from one of the caterers wait staff when it happened. I paused, certain that I must have been mistaken about who the voice was. Because at that moment, it sounded to me like Nikos Balis.

Vicky Marino, the woman I believed to be my mother, had told me that he was alive. But when Donatello appeared and to